Lonely Windows

No-one looks through me now, it’s very sad.

Yet I have seen so much from those who gazed

across this busy street though I am glad

to have been both enlightened and amazed

at all humanity’s undertakings.

 

No-one looks through me now. Dust and grime

have made a cataract of my being,

so that life’s universal keeper, time,

brings closure to the chapters of my seeing

all of humanity’s undertakings.

 

No-one looks through me now. I have heard

voices in the walls, whispers round this room.

Demolition, development; these words

seal my lonely fate. This shall be my tomb,

a cold sepulchre to my unmaking.