Behind the Walls

I have often wondered as I drive or walk down a street, about the people living in the houses and who I’d like to meet.

I can’t see them or know how many are living there, whether they are tall or short or the color of their hair.

I have no idea if they like to read books or watch TV, what they think or eat or what their plans might be.

I don’t know how long they sleep or if they dream, I have no idea if they have a favorite sports team.

I wonder if they are still working or are they retired, have they set any goals to which they have aspired.

How long they have lived there, what age they might be, where we they born, are they he or are they she.

There are so many stories living behind those walls, of some people climbing, while other people fall.

One Being only knows why they arrived where they are, If confused which direction to travel, follow a wand’rin’ star.

- Kevin Hunt