Looking From The Outside

Holding a sparkling water bottle,
In his sun-stung hands,
A sweaty young man lay exhausted,
On the playground sand.

I watched him with desire,
As he proceeded to quench his thrist,
I bet he'll drink until he's full,
And his bladder's about to burst.

So long he sat in the sunlight,
I thought that he would fry,
Then he opened his little sack,
And brought out a slice of pie.

I continued to watch this lucky young man,
As he ate more and more,
I bet he'll keep eating hungrily,
Then complain his stomach is sore.

I felt the wind embrace me,
Sending goosebumps up my bare arm,
I watched as he put on a jacket,
To keep him from cold's harm.

I heard a woman call his name,
" Guiseppe", she said with a sigh,
" It's time to go home my dear",
At this I began to cry.

I closed my eyes and pretended,
That it was me instead,
Going to a family and a home,
And sleeping in a comfortable bed.