Home

They say that home is where the heart is 
Uasullay refer d to as a persons dwelling
Alone, I think mine lost or some what in a tis
Perhaps looking at these four walls and ceiling

But I ask what is a home?just bricks and cement
Something you can't take with you when you go
Those who moan about living in a caravan or a tent
Well at least it is shelter from the rain and snow

If homeless it's always moving from place to place
When the streets one will then constantly roam
Or a new age traveller living out of a suit case
Constantly trying to find somewhere called home

If you own a mansion then that's fortunate for some
Changes in circumstances determines where you live
But then in the home of God everybody is welcome
It's like we're all one and we're in one massive crib


WRITTEN BETWEEN JANUARY NOVEMBER 2014 
INSPIRED BY A FRIEND AT TIME WHO  WAS HOMELESS
AND OTHERS IVE MET IN MY LIFE WHEN IN HOSTELS
MANY YEARS AGO AND CURRENT SITUATION 
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WRITTEN BY MYSELF DVID SCOTT  NOVEMBER 2014 
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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/26/2014 8:35:00 PM

David, my friend. Here I am, haven't been on much. However, I thought about your poetry today, I see you haven't posted as much these days... Hope your Christmas was a blessed one. Linda