Clanging doors

This is the world of clanging doors
Of plastic cups and plastic plates
Temporary friendships and temporary mates
No Christmas trees, no Christmas lights
No journeys to London to see the sights
This is the world of clanging doors

This is the world of clanging doors
Of stodgy puddings and stone cold chips
Of morning naps and afternoon kips
No walks in the hills, no shopping in stores
This is the world of clanging doors

This is the world of clanging doors
Of steel Grey fences and sharp barbed wire
Of the storyteller and the downright lier
No football match to see your team play
No meaning to evening, night or day
This is the world of clanging doors

This is the world of clanging doors
Of broken dreams and shattered lives
Of long lost children and deserted wives
No trees, no bushes no plants,no flowers
Long years, long months long weeks long hours
This is the world of clanging doors

*this is wrote about a person in prison, someone i used 2 know hated it there and explained how they felt so i decided to write about it*