I wrote this poem in 1981 or 1982. I wanted people to see that people had a life before they became incarcerated (some of us did anyway) and they lose something out of life from being incarcerated~that incarceration in and of itself is a painful form of punishment, without all the other things put on a person simply because they are locked up.
I wrote this poem in 1981 or 1982. I wanted people to see that people had a life before they became incarcerated (some of us did anyway) and they lose something out of life from being incarcerated~that incarceration in and of itself is a painful form of punishment, without all the other things put on a person simply because they are locked up.
What A Life
The smile goes with the face
While tears drown the heart
What a life this is that I have to live!
I rise with the sun each day
When God brought you your way
Our world entwined as one
Moments of deep joy and fun!
Love could have never been shared
So preciously Like the months we spent
In sweet ecstasy!
You asked nothing of me
Yet received my all and all!
I gave willingly
Expecting nothing!
Hoping Praying!
Let me keep you forever
Knowing that there could be no one better!
But only now do I see
That thing must be as they are
For here I exist
Locked behind bars!
The photos of you
They fade with the time!
What about me
Am I still on your mind?
Remembering true love
Is always a pleasure!
But after fourteen years
What do I call you
My loss treasure?
The smile goes with the face
While tears drown the heart
What a life this is that I have to live!