When I was in jail once not too far from here For trying to die by crashing my fast car I wore a cigarette behind my left ear Had a jolly time but now it is too far From here after all in a distant dead year
All my fellow jailbirds and I got on well As united in the solidarity Of those who find themselves together in hell It seemed more fun than my university So I felt a bit let down to be set free
I had been ready for anything at all Having expected to die the night before But they threw me out so I rose from my fall Blinked into a future I could hardly see Straightening my cigarette to live some more
I smile now to remember my delousing Which without lice I found unnecessary Young shoplifters yelping and old drunks grousing Each maintaining his innocence steadfastly It seemed the only guilty one there was me
"I know my rights!" some cried "You have no rights here!" Some replied and those were the ones with the sticks One cracked me on the head since I showed no fear (Being suicidal) of bully-boy tricks He paused disappointed then left me alone
If he felt anything it was jealousy And I gathered that he rather liked the tone Of my answer given insouciantly But with coming dawn he knew I would be gone Leaving him behind and he wished he were me
So I was in jail once now too far from here For trying to die by crashing my fast car I wore a cigarette behind my left ear Was cast out of hell to rise a falling star All in all I came out better than before
My fast car was repaired my psyche was aired Lots of hugs and love and memories were shared And it seemed to me that I was meant to be Having come out of a coma that same year Apparently I am supposed to be here
Incredible write, Steven; God has a purpose for you. That's why you're still here. A write after my own heart; I write a lot of stories about overcoming adversity. I've also done it in my lifetime; still having to fight every day.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
I don't know why you don't get the reviews you richly deserve. You write LIFE: the good, the bad, the ugly. This, however, is beautiful: shows a strong resolve to overcome all of life's obstacles, to persevere. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.