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I live in a council house, on an estate,
and I've been at my window a lot, just of late.
I watch all the comings and goings you see,
longing to join in so desperately.
It feels as though, through them, I still have a life,
in my double glazed 'screen' to the world and his wife.
Observing my neighbours and friends, from my sill,
makes loneliness even more bitter a pill.
Before, in times past, they'd stop by for tea,
regaling their tales with gossip filled glee!
Now, nobody even looks up as they pass.
They're frightened they may catch my eye through the glass.
My telephone taunts with it's silence, untouched.
My children are busy, with family.....and such.
Long cherished friends diminish each day,
with commonplace news of a passing away.
So now I just watch from my window you see,
accustomed to being 'invisible' me.
What did I do to turn their hearts cold?
Nothing at all...….. I simply grew old.