As i sit here in this prison cell
by S.E. Hawks
I wonder what was and who's doing so well.
As her life progresses, mine stands still,
in this little prison on Mulberry Hill.
For I remeber, not more than thirty years prior,
that my sister graduated college because of her desire,
to succeed in the world outside my walls, as i sat in here with nothing at all.
Then i remember, around twenty years back,
that my sister was married to a man named Jack.
I knew they'd be happy, for one reason only,
that as hard as life became, they wouldn't be lonely.
Then i recall, ten years to the date, that my sister bore a son
I was an uncle, but as sad as could be, for i never saw him once.
As her life progresses, my lifestands still,
in this little prison, on Mulberry Hill.