The Watcher Poem by james d nall,jr

Standing well back, in the shadows
Most of the time, no one knows
Sensing, the emotions of society
While not guilty, of notoriety
Watching, this world go by
Catching, no ones eye
Your lives to me, are an open book
Especially, since my sanity, you took
Making no sound, I see you at work
Through the window, I see a jerk
Yeah, you're just another crook
Not worth, the time it took
Here comes an old lady, with a cart
You probably think, shes not real smart
Living on the streets, has been her education
Laughing behind sad eyes, her only dedication
In her mind, shes so free and unemcumbered
Although, deep inside, passion, never slumbered
The business man, wears 300 dollar shoes
While the homeless mans, feet are turning blue
Our economy is failing, so very fast
We don't know how much longer, it'll last
Soon, evil will have us, in its grip
While deeper, in the shadows, The Watcher will slip