Outside My Window
Outside my bedroom window, as I peak through,
a giant Bird of Paradise hides me from view.
Down the busy boulevard, traffic hurries by
while, under the shade of a tree, friends are stopping to say 'hi'.
Children returning home from school, neighbors walking to the store;
conversations rise and fall as people pass my door.
Sometimes it's angry words I hear, usually late at night;
I can't help but wonder, is everything alright?
I only catch a moment of other people's lives
but, I have a hopeful feeling, my own life it revives.
Soon, I know, the curtain will fall and I will see no more
for I'm confined to my bed with death my only visitor.
Janece Terry
September 9, 2015
Copyright © Jan Terry | Year Posted 2015
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