As The Sun Begins To Set Poem by David Harris

Beyond the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set,
my heart aches to return home,
but my destiny is to endlessly roam.
I left home to seek
my fortune and fame,
but fortune lead me
into the devils game.
I became a gambler,
a player with chance
with a crooked deck to hide
to have the odds in my favour
so I could never lose.
For every gambler
lady luck sometimes deserts
and my reward for her abandonment
is an eight by ten cell.
The chain gang is a bitter life;
the calluses on my hands are many.
The days that I am here
stretch all through the night.
So when I see the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set
my heart aches for a place
I will never see again.

26 August 2008