Jeannie West Poems

A little boy walked up to me, his eyes so big and brown,
He held my hand so strong and tight and said, ''Hey, please look down.''
I picked him up; he hugged my neck; he said his name was ''Ray,''
And when he started talking, these are the words he had to say,
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He was such a lonely man; his cell was cold and drear--
The winter sky shown through the bars and he knew his time was near.
The judge had said that he must die; what day he did not know--
But, the guards would take him to his death, at the fall of the very first snow.
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While sitting all alone tonight here in this crowded bar,
I'm listening to all the poeple talk about how rich they are.
They brag about the homes they have and put on fancy airs;
But I know what they really are, just beer joint millionares!
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