The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior


The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Sunday, August 10, 2014

The Road

I left with my world in a sack
Made of paper and old horse's hooves
A few folded rags to put on my back
And a couple of raggedy books

Their covers were worn into piffling
I stroked with each opening crack
To dream on the prose of Kipling
And adventures of Jack Kerouac

I read of the things worth the knowing
That love was a gamble at best
And those that you love need the showing
When your heart runs away in your breast

How the road is always a few steps away
And its call can be stronger than steel
That settling down is a whirl in a fray
No matter how happy you feel

Now I look on the hearts that I've cherished
In all different manners and ways
And weep for the ones that are perished
As I come to the end of my days

The books that I treasured that trip in the rain
With their covers worn softer than silk
Are gone long ago but their words still remain
In the heart that was born of their milk


Blog Archive

About Me

My photo
My families came to Texas when It still belonged to Spain.



View My Stats