Last Day Of Prison Poem by joe foster

Sitting in my cell,
my times almost up.
Its been a long time,
a lot of push ups.
To much time on my hands,
to much the guard demands,
but its almost over.
1 more hour.
reflecting on my past,
I miss fishing
catching bass.
Moms cooking,
my brother coming over.
To much time on my hands,
to many times I heard its over.
I changed my life,
but its to late.
the guards here now,
no way to escape.
Its ejection day.
my last day on earth.
Tell my mom I love her.