My Escape (By C. Deans Pow) Poem by Andrew Wright

Tis not of broken bars I write,
Nor yet of hurried flight,
But of escape within the reach of all,
With a future just as bright.

Within the covers of a book,
I've travelled far and wide,
The characters have been my friends,
The author been my guide.

I've braved the wild Sahara wastes,
The Artics there to freeze,
I've been to all the continents,
And sailed the seven seas.

So until they run that one way trip,
Which they surely will one day,
Take out a ticket marked "Return",
And while spare hours away.

There's no time like the present,
So get a book today,
Your prison time you'll cut in half,
And profit on the way.