Of What Value is a Home?

Of what value is a home? To me it’s a place where I can rest and roam. But not all people have a home; Some of them are all alone. People took time very humbly; They built shelters and fed the hungry. If they did it all for wealth and money, The homeless peoples’ days would not be sunny. But back to the question, ‘Of what value is a home?’ Some people live in boxes or maybe styrofoam. I love my house with all my heart, But to think of those people tears it apart. I live with my family and my dog Deacon; The help people need has made them weaken. My house has three different floors, Not including the attic which I haven't explored. My house is good but has something to be desired; After a little exploring, you’d start to get tired. I should be thankful I have a home to sleep in; Some people beg for money with a tin or a bin. Not everyone has money to give, But at least it helps them live. To me a house is where I put myself to rest, And helping those in need is not at all a test. This poem is nearing its end, And this was all serious NOT PRETEND.