Confinement

At thirteen there I went
Society had put me away
A year in a reform school I spent
My debt I had to pay

I went from jail to jail
As the years rolled by
Sitting in a lonely cell
Asking myself why

A wild one to tame
It must be in the mind
So to a place for the insane
To spend a little more time

Now in a hospital bed I lay
My body racked with pain
This is the last confinement I pray
The rest, the grave will claim.

Anonymous  copyright 1971

God, is there a friend
for me  up there,
Someone to care,
And help me  mend.

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