Denham Forrest: Profile

Denham Forrest is another incarnation of The Wanderer.

Some Words by Grandpa Jones that express an outlook of my own:

Fallen leaves that lie scattered on the ground,
The birds and flowers that were here now can't be found,
All the friends that he once knew are not around,
They are scattered like the leaves upon the ground,

Some folks drift along through life and never thrill,
To the feeling that a good deed brings until,
It's too late and they are ready to lie down,
There beneath the leaves that scattered on the ground,

Lord let my eyes see every need of every man,
Make me stop and always lend a helping hand,
Then when I'm laid beneath that little grassy mound,
There'll be more friends around than leaves upon the ground,

To your grave there's no use taking any gold,
You cannot use it when it's time for hands to fold,
When you leave this earth for a better home someday,
The only thing you'll take is what you gave away,