I cant remember how I came across this on the internet but I did.
Off the road amongst the Connecticut trees
A rusty old man sits in a dripping cave.
Fragments of his life and travels
tattooed on the cave’s walls
the emotions of such fragments
chiseled into his heart.
He hammered his eyes open and shut; hoping,
praying when he opened up his eyes he might be somewhere
warmer, drier, but most of all
somewhere more forgiving.