Staring out of a dirty window,
All of the colors take on a shade of gray,
Bright sunlight faded to a dull glow,
Darkened by filth, this month of May.
So much more could be seen,
Were this window but clean.
Lush tree sways
Vibrant leaves of gentle green,
Dancing on the wind for days,
Dust reveals slow decay.
This view obscured by film so vile,
World in sight these eyes defile.
Spray this old rag,
Pass a hand over glass,
Arms drop, shoulders sag,
It never lasts.