City Dusk

At dusk, the windows shine their lamps
In homes across the street;
So many strangers in my view
Whom I will never meet.

Behind each window who can tell,
As evening is unfolding,
Which lives are filled with mystery;
What secrets they are holding.

I don’t see much beyond the lights,
Have no desire for spying;
But sometimes I get curious
Despite my lack of trying.

It’s natural with the city crowds
To ponder what’s behind
Your neighbor’s glowing windowpanes –
What drama you may find.

And while I gaze outside and think
‘Bout people I can’t see,
I realize all at once that they
Might wonder about me!