They'll Hang Me With the Dawn
By Gunslinger
I sit here on this narrow bunk- And think about the past. And gaze upon the untouched meal, They gave me as my last. I never thought ‘twould come to this. A man condemned to die… All I can do is pace my cell, And look out at the sky. I wonder how it came to this- What brought this fate of mine. I never spent one day in jail, I just turned forty-nine… I guess I won’t see fifty… My course is finally run- A fitting fate, the papers say… For those who use a gun. I once rode with the Rangers, Wore a badge in Santa Fe. And they were glad to have me, But that was yesterday. Today I am an outcast- They call me Satan’s spawn… A killer who’s outlived his time, They’ll hang me with the dawn. Written March 1st, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 11:23 AM PST, John R. Yaws 0 • 10
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