Home means
different things to
different people
There are some
among us who are
content
with nothing but a place
to sleep
Four blank walls
and a single
empty bed
There are others who think that
Home means Family
Two parents,
two-and-a-half kids
and a neutered
dog
All holding hands,
having dinner together and
going to church
on Sundays
And still there are some
who possess more grandiose
visions
They are not looking for a
Home
They are looking for
PROPERTY
a house they can
buy,
renovate,
then flip
They think that their wealth
will make them happy
They are all of them looking
in the wrong place
Home is not a place,
nor is Home
about the dollars signs or
the people
Home is
nothing but
a feeling
you get
when you crack open the front door
a certain sense of rightness and
belonging
like
a drink of cold water
on a hot day
a Mother's hard hug, so soft
against your small body
The lazy sun shining
on a weekend
where you have nothing
to do at all
Home is
the first beer you drink
after a long day's work, the soul of
two lovers
interwined in bed,
writhing in Ecstasy
with no thoughts of Death
Home is a
family, four walls and
an investment, yes
but at the end of the day
Home is
nothing more
than a feeling
a feeling of being
held, a feeling of
being held
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