Tuesday, October 7, 2014


I get to stare out
From my glass box.
Everyday I see 
People glancing from the corner
Of their eye
As they run to work.
Children pressing fingers and noses
To the grimy glass to gawk.
Ladies holding hands with
Gentlemen as they stroll 
And make their wish lists.
And all I can do 
Is stand
And look at a world outside 
That's so beautiful 
Plastic tears stain my
Wax face.