...Life's Looking Glass

Rows of chimney pots do their still smoking dance Then thru our windows early morning glance, By chance ‘Is it raining? ' Sometimes a sunny day is gaining, Thru life's looking glass In the poorest lane The garbage cans stand still, No reflection from the old wooden fence in vain, A black cat rattles a rusty tin can The cobbled road portrays its oldness. It's a holiday today so run up'n'over the holiday hill The vacation window glints Sunshine sparkles on wavy sea stints, Tiny fingers slide and squeak Thru the window little faces doth peak Sand castles beckon without fail Children's footprints for ever tread this barefoot trail. Another day another glance thru the looking glass, Another lesson learning in life's learning class Now who on earth would learn any faster To be certain I'm sure, Alice would be the master.