city in the northeast

Cold nights most the year in a den so snug
made it easy, too easy to sleep away the day.
Outside; a rhythm so fast;
syncopation- too much for my poor heart to beat.

Stone. Brick. Double Paned windows
would never break like me.
 
I ached to grow strong like the oaks that lined the street
oh city living, you made a wretch of me.