Looking After Number One Poem by M.J. Henderson

As i stand at the window,
Looking down on the world,
I see thousands of cars driving past.
And none of them even think,
To look up.
I watch as hundreds of people,
Just walk past.
They are totally absorbed in their life’s,
They don’t relies there are sick kids,
Looking down on them,
Watching them.
Wishing they had their life style.
But the people walking by,
And the cars driving by,
Don’t give a f*** about any one,
But them self’s.
They only look after,
Number one.