My Tenement

My Tenement is short and soft 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 Loosening 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 haunt My tenement, myself