Show J Just Folks By Edgar A. A Guest Gusi PRISONER lt He gazed upon the narrow cell Wherein the prisoner mu must mut t dwell And being free to come and go His self confinement didn't know From day to day he saw no more Than ledger books he ho pondered oer o'er Behind the glided gilded bars bars' of at trade A prisoner of at himself he made He Re had no time for reading rending books For garden plots or fishing nooks And blind to beauty deaf deat to song He walked a treadmill all year long Unto this wonder world of oC ours Spring came He scarcely saw the flowers Woods greened and orchards bloomed but ho he Nothing but business here could see He Re thought it pitiful to dwell Within the prisons prison's narrow cell ceU Yet did not mind the ball baU and chain Of C those grim wardens loss and gain Bain Copyright 1936 Edgar A A. Guest |