Some years ago, I lived on the dingy old third floor of a dingy block of flats in dingy old Kingswood, and I wrote a dingy old poem about it.

Forty-Five Steps

Forty-five steps –
Bolt down them in the morning
Or I’ll be late.
Forty-five steps –
Trudge up them in the evening;
Will they never end?
Forty-five steps –
Way too many when you’re
Carrying the groceries
Forty-five steps –
Is better than forty-six
I guess.

©Darryn Roberts 2001