Think of Home
Think of home.
A home to me is a home to you.
But for some a home is something different.
I roam my loving home, while some grouse in their cardboard house.
I walk my halls while memories flood in, warm and safe.
Others wish for a dry place to call their own.
I get to sit with my dog on my soft couch.
Some less fortunate have to sit on a wet mat on the cold hard street.
Homelessness is not a bonus, it’s bogus.
Adults help the homeless. I want to help them too.
Am I too young to make a big difference?