Poetry & Prose by Michigan Prisoners
On and on they went their way
With steady, ceaseless tread
On the same path every day
They are the living dead.
Some seem to be quite lonely
and travel all alone
They traveled long before me
And will travel when I'm gone.
Other place a cherry smile
upon their weary face
And journey on mile after mile
with the same untiring pace.
Some are young, some are old
Some are middle age
Some are weak and some are bold
And some are truly sage.
They come from cities all around
From towns both great and small
Some of them will ever be found
Behind a prison wall.
To them life has been quite hard
But they forget their tears
As 'round and 'round the boulevard
They trample out the years.
I feel ya Great Uncle Teddy...I feel ya.
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