Life is a contained existence
that each person solely owned
sharing it with others is a choice
like peeping through the window
could help decide whether or not
to open the door for relations
Looking through
one sees the panprama
that shows loveliness or malice
the world has possessed
as it displays the sceneic realities
of the human existence
Our hearts too mimic
the opening of a pane
when it dares to venture
as its feeling bests for love (or hate)
upon reckoning of freedom
through the windowpane
Marvin Brato Sr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windowpane/
