Doin Time

[Wjames]

Doing Time

I retired last year after 40 years as a prison guard.  
Mostly 12 hour shifts to send the kids to college,
have a nice house, and nice cars.  A lotta good that done.
My wife run off 15 years ago with a fuckin ex-con.

One of the boys died of a meth OD last year. The other I think you should change "One of the boys" to "One of my/our boys". I thought you meant one of the prisoners at first read.
just finished an on-line degree in abnormal psychology,
at Leavenworth.  He’ll have the rest of his life behind bars
trying to figure out why he killed those three women.  I would cut "trying", but that's just personal preference.

Even retired I still come by to visit the guys on the block.  Is "even retired" necessary?
Nobody else visits most of ‘em, so I figure I might as well.
I got enough money now to get ‘em presents at birthdays
and Christmas. Two guys that been sprung live at my place. Them living with the narrator is strange to me... I just can't picture it, it sort of seems like the premise of a bad comedy to me.  "

At night, when I dream, I’m still walking the blocks,
doing night checks.  After 40 years, including the dreams,
I figure I spent a million hours doin time. But, hell, it's all good.
The only hard time I really done was on the outside. I like the ending.

I like the poem, I read it with a butch southern accent. It's sort of like a different take on all those stories of ex-cons struggling to survive outside after a longtime in jail.