There they are, there they go.
Everybody happy, and in the know.
I sit back and watch the show,
as smiles are formed.
Excitement goosebumps from head to toe.
Everything is going their way,
during business hours and when they play.
Courtesy, and respect are in their thoughts,
and everything they say;
perhaps this will continue in our future days.
They look at me and smile, to silently reconcile.
I do the same, hoping they remember my name.
For, I was always the one to blame.
They still smile at me,
when I am in my shame.
I am happy because they are,
even when I sit behind these bars.
These are my happy scars,
I am happy because they are.
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