Prison Poem
Thoughts Of A Convict
©
Luis Verduzco
Some day the gates will open,
and once more I'll be free.
A fact that makes me wonder,
"What will become of me?"
Have I a future awaiting me,
Such as the past I've known?
Will I be accepted by others,
or forced to walk alone?
Are there opportunities of employment,
for a man such as I?
Or will I have to sell dope again,
in order to get by?
What of the friends that I once knew,
but haven't seen in years?
Will they accept my friendship now,
without any doubts or fears?
What is there awaiting me,
When I go out of that gate?
Is there yet a chance for me,
or is it now to late?
and once more I'll be free.
A fact that makes me wonder,
"What will become of me?"
Have I a future awaiting me,
Such as the past I've known?
Will I be accepted by others,
or forced to walk alone?
Are there opportunities of employment,
for a man such as I?
Or will I have to sell dope again,
in order to get by?
What of the friends that I once knew,
but haven't seen in years?
Will they accept my friendship now,
without any doubts or fears?
What is there awaiting me,
When I go out of that gate?
Is there yet a chance for me,
or is it now to late?
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Lori Romero, Denver Colorado Submitted Mar 2012
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