Noise
A poem of reflection
Noise is everywhere At every turn, in every encounter There is noise In the news, in the magazines, in the media In the office, on the streets, in the subways How could we escape the hold of noise It’s impossible, one would say However, there is one A little secret that few would realise It is to go into a room To close the door and listen Noise is gone That’s where I am now A place of quiet to write a note About noises in our everyday life Don’t bother too much They are just mere noises!