Never Make the Same Mistake
By Art Richardson
He was a handsome young man,
he had a wife and a kid.
He caught a D.U.I.,
and a one year bid.
His celly asked if he drank,
he said he wouldn’t mind.
He told his cell buddy, “Thanks,”
As he sipped the sweet wine.
But what he didn’t know,
was that the wine was drugged.
His celly was on the down-low.
So that’s how he got plugged.
When he awoke
he’d been abused again and again.
His manhood’d been took.
…another day in the Pen.
He was highly upset,
but he kept his cool.
The next in the yard
he purchased a tool.
He slipped the blade in his dip
and walked back to the cell.
But his celly’d been hipped,
so walked straight into Hell.
The chaplain called his wife
And told her that he’d died.
A tragic loss of life.
His wife and kid cried.
Please listen for your own sake.
Remember, don’t be a dunce.
“A wise man will never make
the same mistake once.”
Lost, I Found Hope
By Art Richardson
Lost in a sea of negative emotion
I was about to commit suicide
At least that was my notion
The rope was braided
And the chair was ready
My mind was calm
My nerves were steady
When I stood on the chair
I saw a blinding light
A voice spoke to me
On that desperate night
“No, my son!
Where there’s life there’s hope
Get off that chair
Take down that rope
We’re all doing time
This too shall pass
Strong people endure
Tough times don’t last
Set your mind on a goal
Something positive and good
Be determined to live life
The way that you should
Learn in there
What you couldn’t outside
Open the Bible
Let me be your guide
And you will be blessed
In ways you couldn’t guess
Trust me, my son
My ways are the best”
I got off the chair
And took down the rope
What had I been thinking
What was I, a dope?
I opened the Bible
And I found hope
Ps.27:14 says, “Hope in Jehovah;
Be courageous and strong
of heart.
Yes, hope in Jehovah.
Ever since that night
My life has changed
To peaceful and righteous
From chaotic and deranged
Gods’ word has helped me
In so many ways
The rewards are wonderful
When one obeys
Everyday I thank Jehovah
For what he has done
In giving us the precious gift
Of his first born Son
Will Anyone Shed a Tear?
By Art Richardson
30 years ago, when I was sent to jail
My family in the courtroom began to wail
The judge sentenced me to natural life
My children cried, so did my wife.
Every visit day my family was there
Sometimes they missed but that was rare.
But as the years went by I saw them less
They said staying in touch caused too much stress.
My wife remarried, the kids are grown
It’ hard to believe how the years have flown.
now I get no visits, not even a letter.
My health’s getting bad
It’s not getting better
But they all treat me like I’m already dead
So when I die will a tear be shed?
Out of all the people who I hold dear
I wonder if anyone will shed a tear.
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