For years, we were alone,
My bachelor’s home:
Shelter from cold, rain, and snow—
A base when I was on the go.
You were a sometimes friend—
Good, when compared to some;
Poor, when the Joneses’ won.

But, alone,
We were incomplete, my home.

So, finally, two came to us,
And then another was.
Crammed inside your walls,
We felt slighted above all.
But, I know some have nothing:
Neither shelter from rain or frost
And are paying a high cost.

All alone,
They go without roof or home.

Warm inside my shelter,
I often don’t consider
Those who suffer in the cold,
Or just how bold
My requests can be,
Or even that I have the best,

Posted in Perspective, Poem for Your Day, Poetry