A poem…

by James Fawcett July 21, 2014 A

`No man is an island`

‘No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of they friends`s or of thine own were.
Any man`s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.’

John Donne (1572 – 1631)

Life in the city is busy, life in the busyness can be lonely.