where folks are gathered
to laugh and sing
and share old tales
of climbing gales
and sinking valleys
and still the glass
though clear to see
separates
I'm on the outside looking in
i knock i wait
gesticulate
hoping if i laugh and sing
some poor old soul
will let me in
where i can join
the gathered throng
participate
I'm on the outside looking in
it's bleak out here
the clouds are thick
the raindrops stick
i crane to see
faces blurred
no longer clear
the glass has lost
transparency
I'm on the outside looking in
if only i could find a way
to enter in some narrow way
perhaps someday
the glass will break
and step by step
i'll make it there
but for today
i watch i wait
© labujamra
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