October 2010
4 posts
He peeks at me through tarnished curtains
With cows jumping over him all the time it must be hard to gaze
Yet he smiles even though he’s taken for granted
Wishing we could see through the haze
He watches us fiddle and laugh and twiddle, wasting away our time
If only we could focus and maybe even notice
Life’s not just some nursery rhyme.
