I was 50 years in exile: Or was it 49? A crime was faking innocence and stepping out of line…

They said I was a lone wolf who thought outside the box. They kicked me out the henhouse… And promptly changed the locks.

I said, ” What about my sisters? ” They pretended not to hear. And stared off in the distance… Where the boundaries aren’t so clear.

We don’t look any older unless you stare to long and 50 years in exile is now fading in a song.

Dennis Mantin