Neighbor's point of view

A glimpse through blinds, a fleeting glance,

In the rhythm of life, they quietly dance.

Their laughter rings, their tears may flow,

In the neighbor's realm, emotions grow.

From morning's light to evening's hush,

In their abode, where whispers brush.

The stories untold, the dreams they chase,

In the neighbor's realm, a different pace.

Perhaps they yearn for a listening ear,

Or simply seek solace from all they fear.

Their joys, their sorrows, woven tight,

In the neighbor's world, both day and night.

So let us pause and try to see,

Beyond the walls of our own decree.

For in the neighbor's point of view,

Lies a tale of life, both old and new.