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POEM 67

ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER NIGHT
ANOTHER PEOM I SIT AND WRITE

ANOTHER DAY HAS PASSED IN PRISON
ANOTHER LONELY MOON HAS RISEN

I TRY AND WRITE SOFT SOOTHING WORDS
BUT HERE IN PRISON THERE SELDOM HEARD

I SEE NO BEAUTY JUST BRICKS AND BARS
I'M IN HERE WITH ONE HUNDRED MEN
BUT AS ALONE AS THE MOON IS AMONG THE STARS

MY TEN BY SIX FOOT CELL IS HOME
AND MY PRISON TIME I DO ALONE

I RARELY SMILE, I NEVER SPEAK
AND WHENE SPOKEN TO MY WORDS ARE MEEK

THE VISITS COME AND YOU ARE NEAR
BUT THEN YOU LEAVE AND I'M STILL HERE

IT WON'T BE LIKE THIS TOO MUCH LONGER
BUT WHILE I'M HERE, MY HATE GROWS STRONGER

WHEN I GET HOME THESE THINGS WILL CHANGE
I HOPE TO LOOSE MY PRISONERS RAGE

WITH THE LOVE AND HOPE OF THOSE WHO CARE
WITH THER'E LOVE AND HELP I'LL SOON GET THERE

WITH MY FAMILY AND LOVING FRIENDS
I'LL SOON BE HOME AND OUT OF PEN

WRITTEN BY DAVID KERR 22/1/97POEM67