Working World

Now I watch from this one window
As the ordinary world passes by.
It doesn’t seem to need me now,
Managing quite well on its own.

Its days can start and dress themselves
Then go about their daily routine
Morning fresh and getting things done.

Afternoons begin slowly, winding down
To a point of stillness
Before the slow rush back home.

Then the evening eventually falls quiet
Underneath the night’s thick blanket
To sleep and dream of tomorrow.