" Seven-Day Program"
A seven-day program, seven days a week
This is my routine which falls throughout the week
Mondays in the morning I think about the past,
wonderful memories too good to have last
Tuesday I try to think and debate;
will you stand by my side, will you hold out and wait?
Wednesday I think about the future to come,
hoping you'll be there when my time is all done.
Thursday I write you to tell you I'm fine,
hoping you'll write back to say you're still mine.
Friday I'm hoping I might use the phone
to tell you I love you and wish I were home.
Saturday is the day I hope to give back
wishing for a visit in hopes you'll be back--
with hope still alive I dwell on the fact
of our love, our lives, we'll soon cross paths.
Sunday is the sabbath day, I take off and pray
to thank the heavens above for sending you my way.
Now the week has passed, Sunday comes to an end
but I wait towards tomorrow, when I start over again...
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He put a note on the end, calling this poem a prisoner's dream that can't and won't ever be... he is a lifer who recognizes that his chances of ever having a relationship are next to nothing. Pray for those who are incarcerated, if you are a person of prayer, and thanks for reading this.
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Mt. 25:34-36... "...'Come, you who are blessed by my Father...For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in...I was in prison and you came to visit me.'"
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