As Time Slips By....

Sitting beside a window
Coffee mug in my hand
Staring down the busy streets
Time slipping like a sand
Engrossed in vague thoughts
Running through my mind
Reason for the restless soul
Struggling hard to find
I watch children playing
Twinkle in their eye
People with a smiling face
Greeting their passer by
Watching I try being happy
And all I get is a deep sigh
As if my sweet angel
Is waving his last goodbye
I stretch my hand to stop him
And realise it's already dark
My coffee is cold and streets quiet
Another day has passed
And still I sit beside the window
With coffee mug in my hand
Hoping for a peaceful night
When with me my angel would stand.