Rehabilitation Poem by James McLain
Rehabilitation
In our youth, looking back as we age.
Looking back at how we are now.
Cracking sidewalks close.
The face in the window knows.
I have spent,
I have given my youth away.
What can I teach the young today.
That crime does not pay?
Walking back some are talking back.
What does each teacher know?
Deep inside as all children grow.
The difference between young and old.
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