Joe is a political prisoner of MAAD. He is now in his fourth year serving time because a kid, high drugs, blinded him with his FOG LAMPS just before a fatal head on collision. Accidents happen...the deceast's poor family some how believes their son will rest in peace while Joe does time.
Their peace will be denied until Joe's love is back with his family
Joe asked me to post this poem for him. It was in the Jackson Observer & the author's name was not given. Joe says: "For some reason this poem touched me....It reminded me of our family (except a few like Bama) and I have always wondered why our family never says we love one another more often." "It was sad to read about people who carry this poem in their wallet, wishing they had a chance to tell the person before they died."The Time is NowIf you are ever going to love me, Love me now, while I can know,The sweet and tender feelings, Which from true affection flow.Love me now, While I am living, Do not wait until I'm gone,And then have it chiseled in marble, Sweet words on ice-cold stone.If you have tender thoughts of me, Please, tell me now,If you wait until I am sleeping, Never to awaken, There will be death between us,And I won't hear you then.So, if you love me, even a little bit,Let me know it while I am living, So I can treasure it.And in closing from Joe: "It's extremely hard for me here, and if anything happens to anyone, I haven't had the chance to say it in person.....I love my family."
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