Old T.M., all dressed in black,
w/his old guitar & a derby hat
he looked rough & ragged, that’s a fact
& his voice sounded more than a little cracked
but he lifted up his voice to sing
to all the souls who’d hear it ring
to let them know there were no limits
to how big they could dream
He said:
“You know, I’ve been where some of you are, been a little frazzled, got some battle scars, but all in all, I’m alright, I’ve never lost my will to fight, I may be a broken star, but haven’t lost my shine, go live your story like I have mine”
By: J.N.R Dutton
The Poetry Of J.N.R Dutton 