Life of a Prisoner
Willy Pleasance
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Poetry
‘Tis just another day behind the wall.
With musters here and musters there
It surely wearies, one and all.
I sit with friends and chew the fat,
Be it in the pod or in the yard,
It’s our daily lives, and that’s a fact.
We meet good blokes with stories to tell,
Guilty or innocent, it makes no diff.
At the end of the day, we are all in cells.
Morning comes with muster and unlock,
A bite of breaky.
As we all take stock.
Friends depart with occasional tears.
Some head home and some do not,
As some like me, are here for years.
Date Published
November 11, 2025
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