Through the window of a house, I see
People. Watching people on TV
looking through the window of a house.
I wonder if that’s me.
Through the window of a car, I see
People. Going about their lives.
Laughing. Chatting. Coping.
I wonder if that’s me.
Through the window of my mind, I see
People. Gone, and long forgotten.
They play their pointless playground games
alone in a hazy dusk.
I wonder if that’s me.
Through the window of opportunity, I see
People. Succeeding and achieving.
Reaching their goals and dreams.
I wonder if that’s me.
Through the window of my glasses, I see
A person. In the mirror he stands tall and looks good.
His eyes are fiery with excitement and fun.
No. That isn’t me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the poem - very unique. There don't seem to be so many here about self-denial, shyness, etc.. Seems that those with the courage to post their poems usually have a certain verve which then works it's way into the poem. -chuck