MY TENEMENT

My Tenement is short and round
Its rooms are bright but small
Windows here are tinted blue
There's music in the hall

A roof of light loose shingles
Seldom stays in place
Uneven wall are vexed by time
No siding can replace

But is warm and safe here
where laughter shakes the walls
loosing the mortar
so bit by bit it falls

I have this space and nothing else
although I need much less
With all its flaws I love this place
run down sometimes distressed

When soon my soul will leave here
move on to something else
then I shall surely miss this
my tenement, myself