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From my window

Look out my window,
And what is it that you see?
High above and across the river,
The twinkling skyscrapers of NYC.

The hustle and bustle of daily life seems to take a pause.
No honking and yelling heard from here.
No cruelty, sadness, nor fear.

A City of Giants, wealth galore;
A materialistic realm, with a growing poor.
Millions of inhabitants there, too far from sight;
Friends and foes, indistinguishable at night.

Endless excitement and splendor abound,
No other place compares to this worldly town.
Yet with all those people and wonders to see,
It’s a very cold and lonely place to be.

Laying here in the bed alone;
Snuggled under the down comforter;
When my eyes are closed, you’re nearest to me;
Why not come into my arms, enter reality?

Fridays

I yearn for your arrival like a child yearns for Christmas Day,
Counting down the hours as the ticking pendulum sways,
Each second passes with seemingly even greater delay.

Productiveness slows as everyone knows,
Yet we all pretend to be scrambling on toes,
Even the slackers get into the show.

I’ve survived your manic brother four days prior,
Including endurances of baptism by fire,
Anticipation of the approaching weekend fun grows even higher.

Finally reaching the day’s last half hour,
Illusions of finishing up more work descends much lower,
My mind already wanders toward a refreshing shower.

Ending a long and arduous week, hip hip hooray;
You’ve finally arrived, so let’s go out and play!