A window seat provides a view
for people-watching types like me
who haven't got much else to do
than nosey-hole while drinking tea
or coffee, if I'm at the shops,
as no trip out can be complete
without one of my routine stops
for observations of the street
from Costa or another chain
to spy as people come and go
before I leave to catch the train,
and eye-ball shoppers I don't know
who come in every shape and size.
Young and old are quite a sight
when glued to phones and eating pies
with lumps and bumps and pants too tight.
I must admit to being obsessed
with mankind's rich variety.
I yearn to be like all the rest −
the people with more life than me.
