Solitudes

Crowdy street at cloudy day Smiling solitudes in motion Can’t discern a word they say It’s the roar of the ocean Waves and splashes that repeat Their eternal symphony Mute the sounds of the street Where I’m happening to be Someone’s left a printed text On the bench, in this wet weather I can’t tell what’s coming next Sheets are damp, they stuck together Saddest clowns steal my time Why that famous bell can’t toll I would love to hear its chime Just before I get too old I won’t get asleep again When its time to say my part Never cared about the rain All my words I know by heart It can be another version Just a bit supplied redaction But I guarantee the ocean And some solitudes in action.