Time, nothing but a subtle breeze
Gently sifting these chain link trees
Every minute passing in the wind
Leading to the hour of my end
The breeze free to go to and fro
Unlike I reaping what I sow
In my ear whispers the wind does
Not about who I am, but who I was
Time, Time passing away
Watching for the close of each day
As my final breath blows into the breeze
Time, a swift gust of memories.
Written from Mayo Correctional Institution
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