My Book

          I wrote a little poem and I put it in my book.

If you ask me nicely I'll ley you have a look.

It talks of up and downers and pills that bend your mind.
It tells of staff that don't care and others that are kind.
It says the world is crazy, but in here we are sane.
It wonders is it living if you don't suffer pain.
It asks if we will be set free,
or will we end our days, living in this hell hole,
until we change our ways.

On second thoughts, I've changed my mind,
it really isn't fair ,
to burden you with all these things
and wonder if you'll care.
So I'll keep my poem secret '
til after I am dead,
you'll find it written in my book,
and then it can be read

 

by: ChrisJ