I Am Broken

The quietude , I enjoy 
 at home is in peril,

My home and I  synchronize,
 conjoin and live in peace.

At dawn, I hear strange noises,
It is unloading of goods.

I come down, run outdoors,
 a truck with tables and cooking utensils.

I learn that a restaurant is being set up.
 Walking  back in dismay I sit on the steps.

It is going to be hectic day and night,
preparations, serving, billing,

The peace, I enjoyed for such long
 will be lost.. Bless the  next house landlord!

Well, to him revenue is vital, 
no matter from where and how it comes.