Students live in crowded accommodation. Friction runs high at times...read on... And please accept the colonial British spelling code!
We live in communities all over the world
A cacophony of voices is seldom unheard
We sing and we laugh, we speak and we shout
We sleep at home but then always go out
Returning so tired at the end of the day
We seem to be itchy, it’s often that way.
We pick on the person whose nearest at first
Explode our ill feeling aloud in a burst
The truth is it lies in the problem somewhere
A touch too loud music, a mess on the stair
We all can find fault, it’s not easily hid
More difficult I guess, to get permanently rid.
This time it’s my fault the next time is yours
And sometimes it’s not clear, only rumours.
So if mea culpa, then say sorry now
Do it today - it ends every row.
For you are all neighbours you need to get on
Harbour no ill wills, make sure they’re all gone.
Pick up the spirits and get on with the day
Life is for living the communal way.
Respect others feelings as you’d like them to be
Then they’ll respond, in all honesty.
The grass seems greener in the Outback waste
But home is where, you're presently based.
Neighbours are not just ‘them on the stairs’
Each of us must be a neighbour who cares.
To Laura, Jenny and Cloe with love, Miller
Friction in the Neighbourhood
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|Reviewed by Gloria Buono Daly
|We're all in on this world together, and I can "feel your friction!" You've penned this so well. Thanks for sharing this wonderful and insightful prose. My best, Gloria|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Wise words. Great advice. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace. Regis|
|Reviewed by Jackie Brooks
|Sounds like city living! I live in a tiny village, nice neighbours, BUT the hedges around my front garden are the noisiest, busiest and most crowded high rises ever!! Great poem. Jackie <> <|
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Sage advice, Miller. People all too easily mistake others for 'dumping grounds.' There are better ways to unstress.