These men have been wanderers on the earth...
...reckless, wild, crazy, and out of control. And still they wander, even in here; to and fro, back and forth they pace. For most, time has come to a standstill. That release date is all they see. The time between the start and finish of their prison sentences is just one long blank space.
I have made up my mind that I do not want to be like this. I do not want to live in a "dead zone," killing time, waiting for a prison sentence to expire. And I don't want time to kill me, as it does to some who die of heart attacks, strokes, and sickness before they're due for release. Instead, I want to live life to the fullest, in fruitfulness and usefulness, even in here. No wasting time for me. No blank years. No squandering of strength. No futile wishing.
You see, in prison many men hide behind macho faces, but alone in their cells at night they cry for mothers at home, and grandmothers long dead. They long for a hug from fathers they have never known.
I too have my tears, sorrows, and regrets, but my dreams are stronger and my hope for the future is too certain to spend my time as a restless wanderer, wishing for things long gone.
D.B.
I have made up my mind that I do not want to be like this. I do not want to live in a "dead zone," killing time, waiting for a prison sentence to expire. And I don't want time to kill me, as it does to some who die of heart attacks, strokes, and sickness before they're due for release. Instead, I want to live life to the fullest, in fruitfulness and usefulness, even in here. No wasting time for me. No blank years. No squandering of strength. No futile wishing.
You see, in prison many men hide behind macho faces, but alone in their cells at night they cry for mothers at home, and grandmothers long dead. They long for a hug from fathers they have never known.
I too have my tears, sorrows, and regrets, but my dreams are stronger and my hope for the future is too certain to spend my time as a restless wanderer, wishing for things long gone.
D.B.