Windows , All of Them See
windows, all of them see
through the eyes of the believer
pin a task for the machine
and ask why?
curtain draped sorrows
of dreaded tomorrows
finding a thought or two
gears running tickers ticking
like our time is so precious
enough to write down
and file away into yesterdays realm
if tomorrow never comes
what happens to yesterdays thoughts
floating in an ocean of blended hues
rich men can't buy the bag of dreams
that it would hold but the window can see
Copyright © Gregory Ramos | Year Posted 2014
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