She silently watches the people go by. <br />She spies on them picking their noses! <br />She sees all their foibles, their laughter their cries <br />and watches them trip over toeses. <br /> <br />Some are so funny and some are so sad <br />some are so dozy and some are so bad, <br />scratching their arses they dress to impress <br />except for that man in his worn out, string vest. <br /> <br />She is alone in her bedroom <br />watching the world go by. <br />She'd join in the fun if they'd let her <br />but they reckon she's waiting to die. <br /> <br />Nevertheless they amuse her, <br />she giggles and cackles away <br />except for each week on a Thursday <br />when her son takes her out for the day.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/people-watching-7/
