Life Beyond My Window
People walk the streets,
Some wait for the bus,
Some walk two and stop,
Some admire the buildings,
I drink hot tea,
I wrap myself in a blanket,
I watch the raindrops roll down the glass.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2025
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment