From my Window

The view from my window

Looking out over an overcast day

 

Watching an aged man shuffle down the street

 

Seeing young kids riding their bikes,

 

In such a rush to get nowhere fast

 

Spying a lonely soul looking forlornly

 

Out their window; hoping for better days

 

A bitter housewife with resignation in her eyes

 

Sweeps the walk; how did her life get this way?

 

A businessman heads for the mini van

 

To start yet-another day; coffee cup’s a life preserver

 

Young lovers part; it is such sweet sorrow,

 

Until the end of the day; and they see each other again

 

I see all this happening, day after day, from my window