Not giving up

by johnny   May 25, 2009


Looking back at all my wars you might think I would have remorse

Truth is I never really cared, when someone would sit and stare

I was taught very early on that wass how it was suppose to be

One long strenuous fight until the day you are set free

Sometimes it by the heat of the bullet or the stab of a knife

One thing it never is; is fair so many have been ripped from life

Young ones with unlimited potential and no chance in this place

Heading for them pearly gates having to with such haste

But I stray away from the point, as to why I am in the joint

It is funny out of all the crimes I have committed illegal and immoral

one I did out the goodness of my heart I thought would not bring any quarrel

Now I am in this 8x10x10 from 15-20 with nothing to do but think about my past deeds

I am not worried, for I have already made my peace, for who try to copy my feats

Let this be a cautionary tale of the one who did wrong things for the right reasons

Trying to the same, will get some false respect and real guilt over the passing seasons

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  • 15 years ago

    by Hollywood

    I really liked this it was good.
    Great Job.
    5/5
    Take care,
    Always Kortney.