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The WindowThe window is perspective's key.
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The optimist beholds the world outside, eagerly ready to uncover what lies beyond them.
The pessimist glances blankly out, unimpressed with the scenery in front of them.
The painter perches close by, attempting to capture the wonder of the view below.
The child scowls in fury, pouting over what they cannot have; unaware of their rapid childhood.
The adolescent stares at the window in complete boredom, waiting impatiently for the chance to escape.
The elder gazes out in contemplation, their life and experience passing out in front of them.
The prisoner sullenly peers at the window, regret and self-pity clouding the outside world.
The writer looks out the window in inspiration, ideas twirling in their minds.
For all who see the window, never look at the window itself, but what they conjure in their mind, their own personal perspective.
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What a bitter word to speak!
Far more blood-curling than a ghastly shriek!
The sole, young man recalls with wet cheeks,
The happy memories with his love; now so bleak.
Once, she had begun to notice her aging face,
And in sadness and in fear of being replaced,
She questioned: "Jack, please answer me with the truth,
Will you still love me when I no longer shine with youth?"
He had taken her hand then, with the sweetest of smiles,
And whispered, "Love, you are more than worthwhile,
Never, beyond our lives together,
Would I dream of finding another to spend forever."
Now he stands before her, tears running down his face,
Mourning her life, so quickly effaced.
And how never again could he hear her laugh,
A ray of sunshine in a cold winter draft.
They lower her stiff, lifeless body in the tomb,
Her fiery red curls dimming in the midst of such gloom,
The young man, raising his hand in reply,
Softly whispers to his deceased,
The World's Greatest ActorThe World’s Greatest Actor, now a father, prepared lunch for his three children. Humming to himself happily, he slathered pieces of bread with peanut butter and jelly. He put them each into individual plastic containers, then the containers into brightly coloured cloth bags along with plums and juice boxes. He wanted to make sure they ate healthy but enjoyed what they ate. He was rewarded with their smiles when his three children came running in. An elder girl in grade two, followed by a twin boy and girl who were in kindergarten, greeted him. He said good morning and picked them all up in a bear hug, kissing them each on the forehead. They laughed and ran to eat their breakfasts, cereal which he had poured for them. When they were done, he followed them up the stairs to make sure each one of them brushed their teeth, washed their hands, and picked up their school bags. He watched them shove their carefully packed lunches into their bags and run out the front door. He stood with
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