The Ultimate Blessing

The Ultimate Blessing When I’m outside, I am very sad to see People without shelter, a place to call home All the poor, the hungry, so much poverty I am thankful to have my own place to roam It has been my refuge for many many years I don’t care if it’s made of styrofoam In it, I have overcome my greatest fears Many people aren’t as blessed as me, I think They don’t have a place like mine, to shed their tears A place with bathrooms, a kitchen, and a sink It must be terrible, living on the streets Not really knowing when might be your next drink Not having a bed with blankets or snug sheets How do they deserve a brutal life like that? Warm beds and comfy places are considered treats Not having a place for buying a doormat To wake up and not have a warm place to be Trying to sleep on a place that is flat I am extremely lucky you see I so often take it for granted, this place So I just think it is a necessity I can’t express my gratitude for this space It will be sad to move away from here I will miss its warm and welcoming embrace Memories from my house will not disappear Habitat for Humanity earns my cheer