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?
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