At the Window

I just wrote this a second ago. I was in a melancholy mood... Any comments?

AT THE WINDOW


I sit and glance as the seasons pass,
At the window.
I look at the shadows from the past,
And remember.

I sit and think as the friends pass by,
By my window.
I remember the smile, the joke, the lie,
All past now.

I sit and wonder at the birds above,
Through the window.
I watch the flight of the wheeling dove,
Free to fly whereso’er she will.

All life must pass my window,
Whether I see it or not.
All life must pass below,
My Window.