No man is an island

Life is an impetuous, blustering ocean,
It’s endless in its rapid run.
Life gives us an elusive potion,
Quite filled with sins of everyone

We all are droplets in this water.
We live and die, and no one knows
What is his ever major floater,
When waves will throw him on the shore.

In this infinite crazy movement
Every of us can be alone.
Here our souls need improvement:
They mustn’t become a piece of stone.

Each human of course will suffer greatly,
If suddenly he lonely stays.
It seems that we were happy lately,
Until at once we lose our ways.

The loneliness prevents from kind.
By sudden conditions we often are tightened.
In life ado single person is blind,
By all means no man is an island.