I see you

When I looked out my window

You were passing by.

Was it a coincidence

Or are you in fact a spy?

Some men love their money

Some men love a wife

Sometimes they are happy

Despite enduring strife.

I like my little window

Through which I view the town

I see many people

black and white and brown

Cultures are all of value

Sometimes cultures clash.

We need to live together

On this gorgeous earth.