by Johnny Calhoun
There are the simple words of an easy man
I am a man lost in a distant land
These words were created with gentle hands
These powerful hands are made of shifting sand
Languidly I wait for days yet to come
These are days holding things I’ve not yet done
There are so many things I have still to see
And there is so much love I’ve not yet won
All of these jumbled words that I now speak
They are composed of my wishes and wants too
In disbelief I stare as my eyes fill
With all the many things I have yet to do
With my unsteady hands I clumsily search
For beautiful hands I have not yet held
Brokenhearted I have searched high and low
For unimaginable lands I have not dwelled
I am holding tightly to these few things
These are all of my wishes, wants and worries too
I am inundated with such desire
As I feel these ambitions tearing through
These are all the things I would like to see
My son strong, tall and standing as a man
And to have my ears ringing with the squeak
Beneath my tired aching feet of cool fine sand
Now I will leave you to lay in these dreams
Of daybreaks yet to come and deeds undone
These dreams they are like heartstrings that sing for
Looks unseen and hearts that’re no longer one
Jail Bird
Johnny Calhoun Q26629
Florida State Prison
P.O. Box 800
Raiford, FL 32083
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