The Rambler

City Sounds (original)

Posted in My Poems by Erik Lloyd Olson on April 5, 2010

I could pay stock to sounds behind my back:
Feet shuffle down the street.  A mingled pack
Of various swelling tongues invades my ears—
Here lost love weeps and there fresh wedlock cheers.
Far-echoing church-bells past the people roll
First cheerful marriage, now sad funeral toll.
Still I drift careless as a smooth cloud sails
Above the living tide of laughs and wails.


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