It seems to me that long ago
There were fewer people at the table
And not all the doors were locked.
It seems to me I was able
To come and go-to smell the grass,
To touch the bark of a tree.
Now all the time there is a window, a wall
I wonder what happened to me?
Take that window-it’s very strange
For all that I struggle so hard
It just won’t open wide enough and they
Laugh and say I’m a card.
Well, laughing was never bad
So I just smile along with them-but still
There’s a chill in their laughter
That makes me feel hot
A heat that turns my heart chill.
The visitors come from two till three.
I wonder whatever happened to me? . . .

D.L. Hardy-Jesshope (1974)