My Tenement is short and stout <br />its rooms are bright but small. <br />Windows here are tinted blue, <br />while music fills the halls. <br /> <br />A roof of light loose shingles <br />seldom stays in place. <br />The worn facade is vexed by time, <br />no siding can erase. <br /> <br />But it is safe and comfortable <br />when laughter shakes the walls, <br />loosing the mortar, <br />so bit by bit it falls. <br /> <br />I have this space and nothing else, <br />although I need much less. <br />With all its flaws I love this place, <br />run down, at times distressed. <br /> <br />When soon my soul will drift away, <br />float on to something else, <br />then I shall surely miss this haunt, <br />my tenement, myself. <br /> <br />© 1992 JVD<br /><br />Jane Van Doe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-tenement/
