I stared into the haunted eyes-
Of an inmate yesterday.....
“I was once as you are now”.
Is what they seemed to say.
The things I saw within his gaze-
Made me want to flee-
“Beware, unless you would become
Just such a one as me.”
Lines of dissipation
Scored his facial planes-
Where once was youth and happiness
Stark tragedy remains.
Twixt guys like him, and guys like me
There stands a solid line-
Yet one so easy to be crossed-
For it is very fine.
I see the “ghost of Christmas past”
In his defeated face-
The things that are, the things that were
The tragedy ...disgrace.
Than fall into this sordid trap-
I think I’d rather die-
And yet the snare has taken more
And better men than I.