Behind Closed Doors

Behind the red door

The family sat silently watching TV,

No words passed between them

This was the family all the neighbours admired,

They seemed organized, rich, happy and full of smiles,

But the silence, anger and unconcern just stayed hidden behind the red door.

Behind the blue door sat Mrs. Y,

Alone with her dogs, and some bottles of wine.

Known to her neighbours as the successful lawyer

Her family were gone and were not coming back

She spent more time climbing up the corporate ladder

No kind word for another,

And now alone in her house she sat

Waiting for something, I don’t know what,

Her loneliness stayed behind the blue door.

Behind the white door a poor family sat,

Not much money but rich in love,

The happiness filled the house like a light.

The other neighbours felt sorry for them.

The only ones without a car,

So many children dressed in rags

But theirs was a joy to behold

The love they shared was beyond compare

Behind the white door.

Behind the yellow door a lady sat crying

Her husband just came and gave her a beating,

The first of the day but not the last,

He was a man of great standing

Loved by his followers and supporters, always ready to help

His wife always looked smart,

A perfect wife in all respect

But no one knew what happened behind the yellow door.

Behind the purple door a young man sat,

With a gun and a bottle of pills,

His parents had nagged him to carry on the tradition

To be a doctor or a lawyer but it was not in him

Nothing he said would make them understand that his love was to be a musician

After a family fight at home last night he decided to take his life

This is the one thing they can’t control

Now I will decide what to do with my life

The gunshot rung out!

Behind the purple door.

Behind the brown door

Two old people sat

They had been together over fifty years

Their children all grown and grandchildren too

They loved life and were full of joy

Every moment the phone rang it was a child

Asking how they were and showing love

You get what you give and it shows

From the happy family that sat behind the brown door.

Never look at people with envy,

You don’t know what burdens they carry,

And even if you judge them harshly.

Your problems may be more than theirs

But if you look with envy and hate

You attract the same to you

Your life may not seem good to you

But someone outside is envying you

Behind every door the story will unfold

And one day it will all be told

© MTDFebruary 2005