The Boarding House

Near where I live there are a couple of Boarding Houses of which this is one. I have seen many people come and go from this particular House, which is slowly falling to neglect and often wondered of the transitory nature of their lives.

This is not to be critical, as such discretion is not mine to ponder, but I recall some lines from the Greek Poet, Yannis Papainonnou (1913-72) :

"... Before your shuttered window
I spend sad hours ..."

and imagine the view from the other side of the panes.