A Husband from “Somebody”:

The whole street is now full of some “nobodies”;
They laugh, they cry, they walk past quickly.
They run, they talk, they eat and drink;
They are all good “nobodies” that do not harm “anybody”.

However, there seem to be
“Somebodies” among them,
Some look at you, but they do not see you,
Some talk to you, but they do not notice you.

Among them there may yet be some of them;
Those “nobodies” are not nobody anymore;
They seem to ask for the custody of the meaning of life;
And they get it by all means.

You begin to know them.
And you think;
This is the guitarist who disagrees
With everything;

This beggar is the one who always trembles
In every kind of weather;
This is the barman who drinks
More than the customers,

And this is the woman who never
Ever says 'yes'
Even to her
I-don't-know-which-husband-of-hers,

Because all those husbands are
Made from “nobodies”
Who could not make yet a husband
Made from “somebody”.
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Marriages are clothing for nobodies into “somebodies”. Oh, minds are in the nude. 🤔
© UnsOzu