I don't own. <br />I rent. <br /> <br />This house, <br />for instance, <br />is not mine, <br />nor is this sunshine <br />warming my face <br />as I stand in the yard <br />facing west. <br /> <br />My neighbors <br />own their houses <br />but I don't own mine. <br /> <br />The wife <br />flying in <br />at 4 <br />is not mine <br />but someone else's <br />-she's mine for the day- <br />like the car <br />she'll rent. <br /> <br />And this card <br />I'm reading <br />in my friend's house <br />is not <br />from my daughter <br />but his: <br /> <br />This touching testimony <br />of love <br />for a father <br />was not meant for me <br />yet here I stand <br />reading it <br /> <br />renting it <br />learning <br />in my renter's way <br /> <br />what it is like <br />to be a father <br />to live in a house <br />to have a wife <br />to have one's face <br />warmed <br />by the light <br />of the <br />rented sun <br />in one's rented yard <br />in one's rented life.<br /><br />Percy Dovetonsils<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rent-7/
