Read Poem: JUST IN TIME, by Isaac Cruz

Before the end, I write a rhyme, to confess the story about my life of crime.
I’ve stolen everything there is to take, whether it was real or it was fake.
I lied to justices about things that weren’t true, even when I didn’t have to.
During tests I’ve had answers written in my hand, that I couldn’t understand.
I’ve wasted moments and years with idle-sadness and cold-hearted tears.
I’ve disrespected those that gave me life, dreamed of cutting them off like a knife.
I’ve desired other peoples’ things, whether it’s their lovers or their rings.
I’ve done all these sins and more live in my mind, but I hope to be free of them, just in time

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