A Point of View 

I sit here looking out my window. 
I don't see the whole world Just a small part of it. 
The road in front of my house. 
The neighbors across the street. 
Their home, kids, pets and car. 
And what little of their lives I can see. 
I can not tell much from this view. 
Not how they feel or care about each other. 
Only that they are there everyday. 
What do they see from their window? 

Annette Rust copyright 1996