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POEM 72

I'M A DIFERENT MAN THAN I WAS THEN
BEFORE THEY PUT ME BACK IN PEN

I USED TO LAUGH, LET MY FEELINGS RIOT
BUT NOW I'M SULLEN, SAD AND QUIET

I DO NOT SMILE, I RARELY TALK
I JUST DO THE TIME, I WALK THE WALK

NOT MUCH CHANGES DAY TO DAY
IT'S THE WAY JAIL GOES, OR SO THEY SAY

I'M IN THIS PRISON FOR A VIOLENT CRIME
AND HERE I'LL STAY, TILL I'VE DONE MY TIME

I TRIED TO TAKE ANOTHER MANS LIFE
AND IT LANDED ME IN A WORLD OF STRIFE

THEY TELL ME, THIS IS MY PUNISHMENT
AND ALL MY WAYS, I SHOULD RELENT

BUT THIS PLACE WILL NOT MAKE ME GOOD
I HOPE THAT THIS IS UNDERSTOOD

THIS PLACE IS FULL OF RAGE AND HATE
I FELT IT, AS SOON AS THEY CLOSED THE GATES

AND I WILL FEEL THIS HATE FOREVER
EVEN WHEN WERE BACK TOGETHER

IT MAY NOT SURFACE, IT MAY NOT SHOW
BUT DEEP INSIDE MY HEART I'LL KNOW

THE HATE, THE FIERY RAGE OF PRISON
CANNOT BE SO EASILY HIDDEN

SO IF I'M DIFERENT, NOT THE SAME ME
IT'S BECAUSE IN PRISON I'VE CHANGED YOU SEE

Written by david kerr 9/1/97 poem72