Dirty Windows

You always hated dirty windows,

Tainted with dust and stained with rain,

But you would never discuss the pain,

For you find solace behind the pane.

You always hated dirty windows.

The painted spots have grown you blind,

Or else, the nature’s been unkind,

And the clock’s gotten too rusty to rewind.

You always hated dirty windows.

The grime fogged up your sight today,

But it seems the summer’s charm has lost its way,

And the town has fallen morbidly gray.

But you’re at ease in your solitary seat,

Awaiting no one in particular to meet,

Though behind the drapes, a nest of crows

Adopts the ledge of your dirty windows.