Poems Of Creatvity And Creation

There Was A Man

There once was a man.
He had gone to jail for something immature.
The only reason he didn't want to plead to the stand.
Was because he wasn't to good at expressing his literature.

They had told him to life sentence charges
Little did he know he had someone looking above.
For a man like him, his cell wasn't the largest.
The food wasn't the greatest, isn't much to love.

A week had gone by, he wasn't really feeling well.
His cell mates just weren't to pleased.
He felt nautious,, so there he fell.
Maybe it was a plan to be released.

But this one particular night.
The man had sat in his cell in the dark.
A light shined from the widow above his height.
He figured he may not ever have to leave a mark.