Hope in Life

Love on the DoorThe thing about living
in a lower apartment:
you hear much of what goes on
above you.
She’s younger,
has a boyfriend, and has a bed
that squeaks like the dickens.
This is not bad.
To hear them get busy
gives me hope in life.
It makes me happy.
But let me tell you this:
He doesn’t last very long.

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