Passes By
A look to the left,
Through a dirtied cracked window,
I spy life passing by,
Why, Why not I.
For arrested in my chair am I,
Absent key, absent drive,
Desire to be as they
To be happy, to thrive
How do I?
Static unchanged is my life.
My eyes adopt others lives,
In hopes one day
Their lives to me, revive.
Copyright © Warren Clyde | Year Posted 2017
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