Poem I wrote about being a landlord
I am blessed to be bored,
living life as a landlord.
Business is grand when everything’s slow,
that’s the time to be saving my dough.
No shortage of stunning problems to face,
still way better than running the rat-race.
Meeting some applicants at the units I show, leaves me shaking my head like ah hell no! Wondering when I will get paid all my rent,
then the sob stories all the money got spent.
Trying like mad to elude any feud,
back of my mind afraid to be sued.
Constantly looking for that next deal to buy, then getting outbid like a poke in the eye. Hours and hours of work on my phone,
talking to people but feeling alone.
But when things start to feel sour,
I just think of the dollars per hour!