My Reality and Theirs

I open the door Into the place I’ve been so many times before The place I’ve spent most of my days All the things I’ve been feeling Gathered in one place The fridge let’s out a chilling breeze Quicken my pace Before I can freeze I walk up the stairs My bedroom is up there Everything seems too normal But to be fair, There are people not as fortunate as me Cold and alone As scared as they could be They don’t have a place to live in No bed, no fridge.. Not even a door to open They hold on to hope Although for some scarcely Almost no way to cope Living through all temperatures barely While I’m laughing As my problems go away happily They might be crying Gripping their reality, sadly This is their reality Which is why We have this charity To save people from their condition And welcome them into a home to live in! If they had a home They would be ever so grateful Because they would know The chilling air and the rainfall They would feel security Because of the lock on the front door Peace and tranquillity And so much more Our lives really are far apart But both can be happy With a good heart So donate a dime, a dollar or two, So that they can live happily too!