Where Are Our Homes?

As the wind whistles,

As the rain pours,

As feet pound down the street,

As the cars fly by –

A young girl rushes home.

She pushes by an old man,

His jeans ripped and grimy.

He paces back and forth mumbling meaningless phrases;

His brain cannot form his jumbled thoughts.

Where is his home?

She hurries by a dejected woman.

Her body is losing the fight against the cold;

She can’t protect against winter’s cruel ways.

She has lost life’s lottery –

Where is her home?

Late already,she barely notices a young boy,

And his dirty hands

Cupping a single coin;

His stomach rumbling like an earthquake –

Where is his home?

The girl throws open the door of her house

A fine home it is.

Her family eats a hearty supper,

Potatoes and turkey,peaches and ice cream –

This is her home.

After dinner,she trudges upstairs;

She looks into her mirror – and sees her wealth reflected.

But in her eyes she spots something else –

A reflection of the homeless begging on the street.

Where are their homes?