Window to the World
We come as windows to the world our trainers say.
Little do they know we are as dirty and broken as they.
How can I serve as the glass through which to see,
All that has shaped the person that is me?
Translucent and fragile,
I barely keep up. In these times I wish I was more agile.
Speed is a need, but patience is the lesson.
Poco a poco, this reliance I lessen.
A world to them; as they to me.
We become grateful for this vision, a chance to see.