My Window

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My Window

My Window

 

Looking out my window,

as the sun goes down...

It's a friday nite,

and I'm all alone...

Nothing on TV,

nothing to do...

Looking out my window,

headlights come...

tail lights go...

so many lonely people,

traveling empty roads...

I wonder where,

where do they go...

do they really care,

do they really know...

Looking out my window,

as darkness falls...

so many lonely people,

with journeys unknown...

traveling in the nite,

no stars in site,

just a cloud covered moon,

hiding in the nite...

Looking out my window,

headlights come...

tail lights go...

so many lonely people,

carrying life's burdens,

such a heavy load...

searching for a peace,

they will never know...

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

oldgoat’s Poems (52)

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Jokers Child 0
Watch Out 0
Black Cat 0
Magic 0
My Window 0
My Gift 0
Frozen Tears 1
Homey 0
Go... 1
Take The Ride 1
Memories Made 3
Snow Angel 1
Last Ride 2
Reflections 2
Grandpa and Me 1
Old Tire Swing 2
New Life 1
Spirits In The Mist 2
A Walk In The Park 1
Lady Deep Freeze 2
Tail Lights 4
Waiting For Me 0
Path of Prayer 0
In Common 2
Nightmare or Dream 2
Mighty Little Bat 1
Marbles 2
Last First Kiss 1
Cupid's Fire 1
Blue Butterfly 1
Eight Legged Lady 2
Lady Bug 2
Guitar Strings 1
Knee That Bends 1
He Always Answers 1
Like A Mushroom 3
Talkin' To Me 1
A Kings Tale 2
White Water Dreams 1
Only A Man 1
Cup Of Birdseed 1
Black Dog 3
Flower Girl 2
Cold Outside 1
Sleep Talking 1
Sugar Coated Dreams 2
MY Script 1
Voices 2
Old Tire Swing 1
Passion 1
A Child Called Rain 4
Naked Beauty 2