The Prisoner
The Prisoner
(My Friend B.W.)
Written: by Miracle Man
1/2/2022
He never envisioned, life being that way,
Often he wondered how much more he could take.
Progressively it worsened each passing day,
he had lost his will to fight- about to break.
I once viewed this man among “the tough old birds,”
but today I say that’s no longer the case.
Stress had rendered those to be flattering words,
he’s just about ready to give up the chase.
It doesn’t always take bars
to make a man a prison.
Tom
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