Everybody’s cell is different !!!

My Cell


The bars are like iron before me

Blood has stained my floor from the past

My room is the grayness of gloom

And rare is there a happy flight.


To deal with land, sea, sky, and me

Not forgetting the intangible sites

Most of all, to intensive observance

The pick, shovel, and mind are my vise

To Slave for my grave

To dig at the light.


Through work and thought comes evolution

With this will come more light and thinner bars

The next should enjoy my cell much more than I.