The Piano
I have some new neighbors,
Just one floor below.
Their names and their faces,
Of course, I don’t know.
But once there was quiet
And now there is not.
It seems there’s a piano;
They play it a lot.
I’m used to the street noise –
The traffic and such.
I tune that all out;
I’m not bothered that much.
Not so with the piano –
Though I won’t complain,
It is likely one day
To just drive me insane!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2017
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