I stand behind these old iron bars, <br />To see the things, that I can see <br />I see a world that is changing everyday, <br />A world, that will not wait for me. <br />Behind these iron bars where I must lay, <br />Behind these bars where I must stay. <br /> <br />In this world where I am alone <br />Its a world that I helped build, <br />I make not the laws for how I live, <br />Time for me, she is held still. <br />As tomorrow is the same as it is today, <br />And today is the same, as yesterday. <br /> <br />Behind these bars, its where I am <br />It is the place where I sit and lie, <br />My destiny for me has already been chose, <br />For this is the place where I will die. <br />When the youth of mine turns into old, <br />When the dewdrops of dreams turn into snow. <br /> <br />The world that I made out of iron and stone <br />Where freedom and life is locked away <br />Where life is a waste, and living a haste, <br />It is where myself alone will forever stay. <br />Days and years for me, I have no care. <br />My only solitude, is sleep and prayer. <br /> <br />My day for me; she will someday come <br />When from my bars I am allowed to leave, <br />I will welcome that day with open arms and hope, <br />As those iron bars, will close behind me.. <br />And for that day I will constantly pray, <br />As I leave those bars, for the bars of my a grave. <br /> <br />Randy L. McClave<br /><br />Randy McClave<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iron-bars-of-mine/
