Most people carry their homes in their pockets. 

One day I’m going to buy a homeless man a square little home too. 

I will ask him if it makes him feel warm and comfortable,

And walk away a little sorry. 

Maybe

He will stop begging on the streets

But beg to leave home instead. 

Or maybe 

He will sell it for some food and a little smoke. 

And the wise will leave their home,

Broken and shattered. 

In the end,

We will find it in the company of others. 

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