I love to sit and 'people watch' just to see them come and go,
And wonder where they all come from? I would really like to know.
Or maybe they are off somewhere, destination being theirs
I secretly survey them through, my intense and pondered stares.

Some walk along their head down low, with eyes fixed upon the ground
While others stare just straight ahead, no expression I have found.
And then there's those with happy smiles and conversation flowing
While chatting with a friend or two, with faces all just glowing.

Observe their dress, some really smart, Armani suits impressive
Or tailored skirts and high heel shoes, I know who is obsessive.
Or maybe just an casual look, with shorts, a T, and runners
And kids with caps on back-to-front, this look is for the gunners.

And when it gets real busy too, with people everywhere
My eyes begin to dart about, at so many to compare.
I will sometimes make up stories' try to work out what they do
Enjoy their presence as they near, I have fun I'm telling you

I never make a judgment when, I can see those down and out
But think about their lot in life, and do hope there's help about.
Or if I see a grisly child, having tantrums on the run
I try to always keep in mind, what it's like to be a mum.

Sometimes they'll look towards my way, I smile and then say Hi
But I will bet they have no clue, of my thoughts as they go by.
For this pastime is my secret, and it's one I do not share
But wonder it there's others too, who 'people watch out there.

Christine 3/1/2016