I wrote poems for prisoners
that were much freer than I
considered it my business
to question freedoms ire
left open interpretation
sought a song to bye and bye
gave an old bum knowledge
he’d much rather have my time

and I’ve thrown away poems
that should have met your ear
instead I hid them safely
beneath a whispers drear
should have spoke in turn
gave aloud the thoughts I had
but an old bums’ wisdom
turned my happy sad

-see

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