All around this quiet close
are people getting on with life.
I watch them from within my home
sitting at the kitchen window.
Once I was amongst them all
fully free to walk and wander.
Now my walls are close confining
but I’m standing at the window.
There’s a bus that’s passing by
inviting me to go explore.
It beckons every hour and more
from outside my open window.
Now I’m glad I’ve got a coat.
’Twas cold out there beneath the tree
so now I’m on the town-bound bus
gazing from the moving window.
Well I never! I’m okay.
This hot rich coffee tastes so good
shared with other friendly faces
sitting at the café window.