Go To Gaol.

 

Four grim walls,

Supplied with eye holes.

Staring back at me.

Blue iron door, cold concrete floor,

Imprisoned by stupidity.

 

Rattling key chains,

Add to my pain.

Locked away so long.

And I wonder why?  I only tried.

To stop her doing wrong!

 

On a hardwood bed,

I laid my head.

Reflecting on my plight.     

In my haste; I made a mistake.

That fateful, Thursday night

 

The night crawled on,

I had to stay strong.

To face the following day,

Turn of a key a cup of warm tea.

For the man, who’s going to pay?

 

The questions came fast.

How was I to last?

Why! Is she doing this to me?

And then, at last, their questions asked.

They're going to set me free.

 

And now, back at home

Completely alone,

For my wife, and family have gone.

I know I must try, with each tear; I cry.

To put right, what's been done wrong...