The First Day : by Paul Roberts

one eye open…..THE FIRST DAY

I was tired I was weary

and a little bit teary

the first time they locked the door

in the night in the middle

when I woke for a piddle

and saw the shadow across the floor

of the window bars

and the years of scars

of those that had been in the wars

karma spent and wrought

the demons I had sought

my fault for breaking the laws

some time to mellow

and become a good fellow

a window instead of a door

an adventure ahead

where I couldn’t be lead

and my heart began to soar

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