The Convict
Cling, clang, the anvil rang
Behind the prison walls a convict sang
A song of his innocence as he worked away,
And for keeping bad company this was his pay.
He was coaxed by mother, sister and brother
Before the handcuffs came,
But now he’s clothed in a little striped suit,
And to face the world again he’s ashamed.
Life is so short, death sleep is so long,
Think kind of me now not after I’m gone.
Steal not from yourself nowadays
For your work is your boss.