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THE WINDOW

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Robert Harrison

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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY



There are at times in the inner world of my discontent,
When I have cause to bow my head and silently lament
My woes, it is then I look out of my window.

When my problems seem so overwhelmed with boulders
Spotted alongside and above, heavy upon my shoulders,
In my misery, it is then I look out of my window.

When my very heart is wracked with unremorseful guilt
And around me lie all of my foolish follies imprudently built
On selfish greed, it is then I look out of my window.

And as I look I see a man looking at me, a translucent man,
The world beyond his tormented face, as a Mandarins fan
Moves on unhurried, it is then he looks into my window.

And with his lucent eyes he sees what I have now become,
He sees what I failed to see, a lifetime, and the total sum
Of who I am, and I see only his tears staining my window.

If then I see who I really am, then the world must take the blame
For the tears flowing from the mans eyes outside my windowpane.
But I am who I am, and I draw the blinds on my window.
 
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