On the Outside Looking In
December 21, 2008
You never look
at me.
I often look
at you.
You have
those things
I am told
bring happiness.
I have
those things
I am told
bring shame.
I look into
your restaurant –
you spend
my week’s wages
in a night
so elegant
so white
table cloths
and candles
fine wine
and waiters.
I could go on
and on,
but I have been ordered
to move along…
qazse 
January 24, 2009 at 3:53 am
Once again, thank you for this.
January 24, 2009 at 2:36 pm
why thank you juxtafem!