Ala bam a
As we grow older,
What's important seems to change,
It's not the money or material things,
They become quite plain.
I'd love to be a window,
Across from a day care school,
Watching kids play out life,
Just doing the things kids do.
Just being a simple window,
Watching the day go bye
Skyscrapers going upwards,
Ruining the view of the sky.
Hey look! Over there,
Little girls of peaches and cream,
Having a tea party setting,
And all of their grown up dreams.
Across the street in their "real" world,
Little boys are running and winning,
Venturing out of their protective backyards,
Little lives just now beginning.
See the old oak right out front?
The wind bends back and forth,
And look what it does to the pond over yonder,
The ripples-white caps into shore.
Yep, a window's what I wish I was,
Watching the world go bye,
No worries or problems with just one care;
To get "Windexed" to clear my eyes.
[This message has been edited by Toerag (12-28-2002 02:52 PM).]