Having a View

Some people are lucky,
A relative few,
‘Cause the place they reside
Is bedecked with a view.

Be it ocean or river
Or mountains or trees,
They have something to gawk at
Whenever they please.

They pay for the privilege.
Such views don’t come cheap;
But there’s beauty that waits for
Their vision to sweep.

My windows look out on
Tall buildings and sky.
Magnificent vistas
Are in short supply.

Despite what I’m lacking,
I like where I dwell.
It’s cozy and comfy
And fits me quite well.

Would I turn down a view?
I’d be nuts to refuse,
But reality reigns –
So this view’s what I choose.