Count your blessings because you have tenants

Oh, the sound of my tenant’s footsteps above me, there’s
no sweeter sound I tell you. Just pitter-pattering above me
in the darkness of a Kensington dawn.

Oh yes, and especially on a weekday, there’s no sound more
joyous than your tenants footsteps early on a weekday, because
that means someone’s getting ready for work.

Yes, work, there’s no sweeter word than the word “work”
because that means someone’s going to be able to pay
the rent next month.

And then it happens, the sound of water rushing through the
iron pipes deep inside the cavity of these old plaster walls,
to the second floor and then to the third floor bathrooms.
These ancient pipes sing a wonderful song in the morning,
because water rushing to two showerheads means that both
your tenants are going to work.

And not soon after footsteps down the stairs and the sound
of the old beveled glass rattleling as the front door slams.

Oh yes, today “I’m the luckiest man on the face of the earth”,
because I have wonderful tenants who still go to work
each and every day.


Ron Lopez
Mopar195@yahoo.com



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