a window seat provides a view

for people-watching types like me

who haven't got much else to do

than nosey-hole while drinking tea

or coffee, if I'm at the shops,

for no trip out can be complete

without one of my routine stops

for observations of the street

from Costa or another chain

to spy as people come and go

before I leave to catch the train,

and eye-ball shoppers I don't know

who come in every shape and size

young and old, they are quite a sight, 

some glued to phones and eating pies, 

with lumps and bumps and pants too tight

I must admit to being obsessed

with mankind's rich variety

I yearn to be like all the rest:

the people with more life than me