Looking through my black-framed window,
at my neighbours bigger house,
would be swell living in that bubble,
never have they, had any troubles,
the perfect wife with perfect spouse.
Looking through my black-framed window,
at my neighbours better car,
shiny tyres, brand-new and black,
Living there would be better by far.
Looking through my black-framed window,
at my neighbours greener grass,
would i live there - no thankyou,
they can keep their facade,
I live life without the mask.
04/11/05.
Liz Munro
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-through-my-black-framed-window-at-my-nei/
