I sit inside my cell and think

I sit inside my cell and think of homes where I have been,
Of Rolexes and jewelry may greedy eyes have seen,
Of petty theft and larceny that brought me where I am,
Of lockpicking and silverware and dogs at 3 a.m.

I sit inside my cell and think of how the world will be,
When far ahead the day shall come that I again walk free.
For will there be expensive things, tempting me to steal,
invented while I, locked away, tried to reform my will?

I sit inside my cell and think of prisons long ago.
If prisons ever will cause us the misdeed to forego?
And all the while I sit and think if justice can increase,
I listen for the warden's keys, yearning for release.

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