A person enjoys eavesdropping on other patrons at a cafe. |
| The Songs of Strangers The chatter in the cafe is a soothing balm In the crowd's hubub, I find myself calm Drinking coffee at my usual table, I am found Partaking of the stories unfolding all around Smoke wafts, cutlery clinks, hints of appetizing meals fill the air Along with the meals, come conversations, like delicacies at a fair One just needs pay attention And look how the words run Pluck a sentence here Grab an interjection there For the rest, just use your imagination Lo, you have the whole conversation Loudly, somebody is breaking up With a gift, somebody is making up Somebody is elated to be on their first date Somebody thinks a movie to be first-rate Once I had both friends and conversations of my own However, those days are long gone as old I have grown Now my soul dances to strangers’ songs Life is too short to dwell on just its wrongs |