The WindowA Poem by Christina Braceros" as I get older does life get harder?" I look out my window and wonder. " your old for your age" I look out my window and observe
"your open minded and kind" I look out my window and seen the cold "your always right" I look out my window and sigh
I've seen too much and know more than most If I could only wash out my mind, with bleach Oh that would kind I just wish that through this window and see what you see I see everything differently
Through my window of broken oppurtunies
© 2009 Christina Braceros |
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