Through A Window Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Putting life on hold, looking at it as if seeing it through
a window.

Taking the time to acknowledge what you are doing here, or
at least trying to.

Seeking to find answers to a dilemma while carefully looking
at every minute particle of it.

Doing no good, because turning from the window you realize
there is something missing.

Looking back over your shoulder, realizing that you're out
of time and life has flown from you on wings of speed.

Taking with it all perceptions of it's ineptitude, life
still unfolds before you every day.

Showing it's mysteries, taunting you with them, never letting
any of them be solved, bringing all from yesterday on into the
future.

Having put life on hold while looking at it through a window
only makes you feel dissatisfied and at a loss forever in time.