A poem by Josh Miller.
Do not get confused in thinking that I feel that my house is not a home
because it is; the above is simply a grabbing name,
but for those of you who sit high up on your thrones,
while you turn up your nose and where your silk robes,
do not forget from when you once came.
Now, a house is simply a shell that shelters most of us from severe weathers,
but a home is one that despite it’s cold foundations,
warms us with a shield of emotion that never weathers,
despite when one from the home goes about doing what one endeavours.
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