My Home

I don't want to fly away to a land where its cold and gray where no one ever says hello where people pass each other like robots. I don't want to go over yonder where people don't smile at you for no reason where no one helps grandma up the steps where no one ll throw a coin at that dirty beggar. Its my home and i love it I love the sun that beats my brow sometime I love that nosy neighbor who is in love so deep in love with other people businesses I love the handshakes my people give firm strong full of warmth and not a flimsy phony air kiss on my chubby cheeks. so i will stay and make it better as in the sun i bask and work. I'll stand beside you and wipe your brow some tender love and care is what I'll give sit a while and drink this cold glass of water laced with love, loyalty, faith in you and us here in the shade turn your face to the sky let me wipe your brow till you shine again sit a while rest your feet and then together we will stand side by side tilling this land cultivating this love and hopefully reap a good life for our sons and daughters.