With my uniform on I entered my dingy cell
I'd been given a number instead of a name.
The gray bars slammed shut on an old inmate and me,
as I sat down sadly on the tiny bed frame.
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..........very well written.....this poem can take you there....only I wonder if the star of the poem is truly guilty....sometimes I feel there are a lot of innocent people locked away...enjoyed...
A heartwarming story, Loyd. I cannot imagine being in prison but I suppose for the ones who are, they get through it whatever way they can. This is an amazing story that shows again your strong sensitivity to others. A '10! ' my friend. Warm Wishes, Marilyn
sad, tragi-comical. its an amazing poem. black humour to enliven the confinement, a feeling of brotherhood.-i see so many things here.10 Mamta
a good number for a poem game...i shout 10...i hear you laugh!
Hmmm had me thinking of a time when I had a close brush with the law, but wow...this is interesting.