I've won the race.
Young man, I'm new!
Old Sallow-face
Good luck to you!
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Free at last! ! ! ! ! Freedom! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Interesting to read.
The interchange of voices on the jail steps tells of the misery of confinement and the challenge, when the time comes to be free.
In Jail Oh ho ho no bail till decaying of Sin have to live in this bin dark and insects sin decaying facts! weeping wife growing child make all strife give a knife find the blood goes on forgetting life
" My little one Shall know my call Child is there none For sin grows tall" Great conceptualization.