My Poem “The Man at the Window”

The man at the window
looks out at the world...
the man at the window doesn't move,
nor does he say a word...
the man at the window
thinks about the present
and reflects upon the past...
the man at the window
remembers a time when things
and people moved slower
and wonders why nowadays
things and have to fly past so fast...
the man at the window
observers life in all its infinite forms...
the man at the window
thinks about his family alive and deceased
every night when he watches the sunset
and every morning when he watches the dawn...
the man at the window
has done so many things over his life,
but now he would much rather rest...
the man at the window
has been there for countless people
and no matter what he has always done his best...
the man at the window is not being nosey -
the man at the window is taking his time
to breathe in the light of the day and to daydream...
the man at the window keeps watch
over the comings and the goings of his street -
whether that is the airplanes
that fly in the sky above
or the cars that drive by on the road below...
yes, there is a very special person
watching the world and continuing to stay hopeful -
and they are the man at the window.

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