Library 1

Another One Done

Soft, low harmonica tune

come softly, welcome in the night.

Softens the cold, iron bars

a rare, appreciated comfort.

Couple of the blacks

down the row, bottom tier.

Singing the spiritual, with soul

almost like a lullaby.

Funny the things a man holds

grabs onto, won't even let go.

Guess when y'all ain't got much

a little is all it takes.

Counting the bars, cracks, stains

counting the times they been counted.

Worn the ink from the pages

ain't got nothing but stir.

Praying every prayer

know them all inside out.

Praying up new prayers to pray

is harder than the time.

Living to again be living

outside will one day come.

Grabbing ahold of some harmonica

as another day is done.

Daniel James Burt 10/00 EotR (all rights reserved)

Dedicated to my Blood brother, Ron Marvin