Through The Walls

 

Through the walls,

When the clock read nine

As if on dot,

The voices began.

The voices went high,

The voices went low.

One tried to hush the other

But to no avail, could they do so.

 

And then, there was a wail

The crying had started

Who knew what kind of impression

The children would part with?

 

‘Here we go again’,

The habituated neighbor thought.

He tried to read his book

As the next door couple fought.

 

The neighbor was used to it

This had been going on for years

It always started at nine;

When the husband came home after beers.

 

And now, the clock read eleven

There was no sign of a hiatus in the fight.

Through the walls,

The voices continued long into the night.