There goes the third autumn

By Egor Tilpunov 

There goes the third autumn
I’ve got into jail
The damn cell is rotten
My mind fades away

My friends had forgotten
So send me the mail
To visit me rotting
Give hope for a day

My wife beared a baby
While I was away
The child knows no father
But He’ll grow up the same

I was a good bady
Got just A’s at school
With health almost perfect
I was fastest in pool

The best grad from College
The best thesis in years
They said I’m future
Without hiding tears

You’d say I was lucky,
But here I’m away
Lost, damned, and forgotten
The whole thing is lame

There goes the fourth autumn
No difference here
I’m away at South Pole
I’m scientist in jail

Taken from http://english4real.com/artwork.html