You Can'T Have It All

My neighbor from across the hall Complains about the cold Within her home; she sleeps with socks And sweaters, we are told. Her windows face the river So perhaps the frigid air From the water blows inside; The winter causes her despair. But on my side we face the street And here it’s warm as toast. We have to crack the windows In all weather, or we’d roast. I guess you can’t have everything. To gain that river view, I’d gladly pile on socks and sweaters – Really, wouldn’t you?