My Prison Cell Poem by James McLain

Jails they are my you have been their friends.
Whom but you will come inside of you, because.
There is distinctness,
with no friendships with the wall, no door to open to.
What some coming see and seeing never come.
Some they never will when thine be done is willed.
Fifes play,
appreciation may then come, lost the narrow eye.
Whom they are and are whom they appointed as to whom.
Whereupon the wedding feast that is never shown.
Trust is never earned it can be learned, when you are old.
Youth it never will, the will it can not speak to learn whom will.
Candy sounds and first new snow they now-be, lost of soul.
Marching, dancing marching to the beat of some another's drum.
Lost in interruption day has found us out wrong attitudes.
Calmer days ahead redeem lost joy, redeem it all completely.
The prison cell can not be wide, the night to long, because.
The door that leads to heaven was to wide, thoughts decide.