Saga of the Apartment Dweller

         RENT.Too much. Quiet. Too little. Freedom from serious investment, no name other than home. #htspoetweet

 

The recent tweet, above, inspired the following poem.

Renting 

Smell of others’ ethnic cooking.

Sound of snoring through thin walls

and music not at all my choosing.

Late and early—banging doors.

Windows like a guillotine.

Stairs, too many. Oh, my thighs!

Rent, too much, but less than mortgage.

Quiet, too little.  Still,  it’s home.