This Time
Just lying here in this cold dark cell.
I reflect on fourteen years of hell.
Now I'm facing fifteen more
for stepping through that outlaw door.
Looking back at all the pain.
Why didn't I just use my brain?
And someday parole will come for me.
But then how old will my kids be?
So here and now I make up my mind.
To go home a different man this time.
Phillip G. Inman
2005
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