The Warmth and Love of Home

There is enough warmth and love in a home...enough to write a poem. Where families live and die, Where their shadows say goodbye. And others say hello, it doesn't matter; red, blue, or yellow, a home is a home. Poor people are living on the streets with nowhere to go, While we're inside, watching a show. They are there, out in the rain, Most people are inside eating at a table, but instead, I'm trying to help them find somewhere stable. There is enough warmth and love in a home...enough to write a poem.