Having a View

Some people are lucky, A relative few, ‘Cause the place they reside Is bedecked with a view. Be it ocean or river Or mountains or trees, They have something to gawk at Whenever they please. They pay for the privilege. Such views don’t come cheap; But there’s beauty that waits for Their vision to sweep. My windows look out on Tall buildings and sky. Magnificent vistas Are in short supply. Despite what I’m lacking, I like where I dwell. It’s cozy and comfy And fits me quite well. Would I turn down a view? I’d be nuts to refuse, But reality reigns – So this view’s what I choose.