He used to stand

At his window

And stare at the

World and its wife

Go by

 

Forever complained

About the din

Created by

People and cars

Rushing past

 

Now he has ceased

To stand and stare

A strict round the clock

Curfew imposed has

A ghost town created

 

No more shouting

Laughter

Or sounds of traffic

Invade his privacy

Finds this unbearably deafening

 

Overcome by guilt

Now wishes he'd been

Less critical of

The strangers who curiously

A void in his lonely life did fill

Coming to accept that

Noise isn't always intrusive