Looking Through the Window

I stare at all the people, their different shapes and build, thinking to myself, it takes all types to make a world. A tall man sweeping footpaths, there's a big man in a car, a lonely looking soul, propped up at a bar A redhead window shopping, looking at a dress, rummaging for credit cards, and getting in a mess. Two drunks passing, swaying, holding one another up, a country type with greyhound dogs, one looks like a pup. Two schoolboys mock fighting, until an elbow goes astray, now the fightings real, it didn't start this way. A traffic warden smiling, giving tickets out with ease, the vehicle owners coming back, I don't think he'll be pleased. A blonde girl wearing glasses with stilettos on her feet, struggling to stay upright as she crossed the cobbled street. I look at all the people and I look at them again, life would be so boring, if everybody were the same.