BEHIND THE GLASS WINDOW

I see you pass by every day at five
And anticipating your arrival 
My heart races wild inside 

I am no stocker 
But my mind can recall 
Your colorful handbags 
And changes of apparels 

To me you are a goddess 
Which makes me feel inferior 
Nevertheless, I long to be with you
Even if it's a lifetime of danger 

And as you pass by each day 
Your smile is like a breath of fresh air 
With your hair blowing in the wind
I can hear my heart sing 

I am hoping one day
To have courage instead of shame 
Rolling my wheelchair from my window 
If just to ask you 
Your name.

Wilford Barker.