Until I moved to this place,
Sold our private detached house,
And downsized to our small space.
Life never seemed as populated
Until I came to this home,
From every unit daily
Countless dogs and people roam.
Life never seemed as regulated
Until bylaws issued here.
Now a strata council makes
Misdemeanours very clear.
Life never seemed as insulated
But they’re extremely private
Not like folks beneath a steeple.
Life never seemed abbreviated
Until I came to this time
Retirement’s closing chapters
Many years past my prime.
By Ron Unruh, May 14, 2014
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