Out The Window
Looking out the window, seeing life passing by,
Recalling different moments, different times,
Trying to remember those not here anymore,
Pale phantoms quickly darting ‘cross my mind.
I can hear the distant barking of dear friends that I had known,
Right now they’d lick the tears out of my eyes,
Traveling back, trying to recapture all those first-time thrills,
But they elude me, out of reach, over the rise.
Thinking of mistakes that I made throughout the years,
Sometimes pondering on them inordinately long,
Not basking in the pleasure of the good things I had done,
All the right that would far outweigh the wrong.
Guess it’s all about the story, every one of us a book,
Lots of pages filled with words of our time,
Sometimes falling down the potholes of Life’s uneven road,
And others soaring like an Eagle as we climb.