J.R. Eason
"Unbridled"
Across the street sits a shoeless old man,
Shaking a can, extending his hand,
And I...
Across from him, extend my soul,
Through my art I do this, hoping people will know,
This is my gift, to the Universe, and you,
To bring a smile, a tear, your Spirit to renew,
And I...
Like the old man, await with anticipation,
Our lives are really no different,
...We're just at different stations.
-J.R. Eason
