THE BATHROOM SINGER : SONNET 176

The Bathroom Singer
Sonnet 176

From the bathroom comes the voice and plays
Around in many a number, gently touching

Each lucky soul -- from youth to elder age --

With its enchanting notes of love and longing...

But the singer wishes for no credit;

No listeners he does think to entertain,

But him, alone, alone to suck each beat,

Each tone, each pitch, each rhythm, each refrain,

As the showery bathroom's walls replay

His romantic, lovey-dovey numbers

In the quiet hours each morn, each day

In his cube-size happy universe...

I doubt the man's self-entertaining soul

If to amuse him, he has none in the Whole.

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