We are All of Us

We are such characters

in the recipe of life

some with inhibitions,

others outward

in frowns of celebration

the way we talk

the way we dress.

From windows high above

cynics watch, their

senses disturbed

can’t wait to tell neighbours

what they saw

what they heard.

Who’s that moving in with

the teenage queen?

And a delinquent son

of so and so caught again---

stories grow

yes, can’t wait to tell the

neighbours.