Another Perspective
(early 1980s)
The view outside my window has been changing before me,
But I have not changed
My hair has grown more grey perhaps,
And I have grown more used to my cane
Although I have tried not to,
I have been forced to hold the words "old age" in my hands
The view outside my window has been changing before me,
My cat and I watch days come
I cannot recognize my friends amidst the strangers,
They no longer walk within my view
The buildings across the street are new,
I knew the family who lived there before
They moved, but one of them is still alive,
And lives somewhere far away
If I could change the direction my window face,
East or West would not be a choice
Nor would I choose the past,
Which I say is done
But rather a view which did not leave me behind,
Or feeling so far away
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The Poetry of Vonne Barnett