Own Poetry English

House-hunting on Budget

Following the broker
Down the broad roads
Funky apartments
Beautiful houses.

And suddenly the city disappears
Roads turn into streets
Then into houses
Of other people!

You stay hopeful
Some gems can still be seen
You will go around on foot anyway
You want a healthy lifestyle
Car can wait.

Just let it not be
That house in the corner
They can’t possibly ask
That much
For that house.

And the broker stops
Right in front of that house.
You get down
Trying to hold
Your sinking heart afloat.
Trying not to show
The disappointment
To the proud landlord.

On budget.


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