Squinting windows

There are people in this world you’ll find
Inward thinking small of mind
Peeking out of squinting blinds
Scribbling notes on what they find
Worried at what others do
Pass remarks on me and you.
Growing old with wrinkled face
No companion in their space
Lonely, bitter, isolated
Lack of love, full of hatred.
Open up those curtains wide
See what’s on the other side
Maybe there’s a sweet surprise
If only they opened up their eyes.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )