Let Down
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Poetry
I hear the sirens wailing
I know the cops are coming
To my door
I let down my family
Even my kids, friends and all
I promised I wasn’t going
Back to jail
They said we’ve heard
All this before
As I get handcuffed
And put into the paddy wagon door
My 11-year-old son follows
Crying and all
I will never forget
The words he said to me
Dad you have let me down
Like before
Those words have stuck
Right into my head
Time for me to wake up
And do the right thing instead
Get out of jail
And make them proud instead
This is what motivates me
Every night and every day
Knowing I’m going to get out
I cannot wait ‘til that day
I hear the sirens wailing
I know the cops are coming
To my door
I let down my family
Even my kids, friends and all
I promised I wasn’t going
Back to jail
They said we’ve heard
All this before
As I get handcuffed
And put into the paddy wagon door
My 11-year-old son follows
Crying and all
I will never forget
The words he said to me
Dad you have let me down
Like before
Those words have stuck
Right into my head
Time for me to wake up
And do the right thing instead
Get out of jail
And make them proud instead
This is what motivates me
Every night and every day
Knowing I’m going to get out
I cannot wait ‘til that day
Date Published
November 11, 2025
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