The House Of Blacks Poem by Aldo Kraas

Even though it is cold and it is winter
The blacks that are living inside of the house of blacks
Had invited me and other strangers inside of the house of blacks
It sounded to me very strange because the blacks are not my cup of Tea
And I am not their cup of tea either
Maybe they felt that we needed a warm place to stay for the night
But at the same time I felt that I shouldn't refuse their offer
Because I would have hurt their feelings
Also I wasn't by myself because I was together with other strangers
And they felt the same way that I did
But the truth is that I was waiting for the bus in the cold
And istead of waiting for the bus that never came
I had accepted the invitation just to please them
And the rest of the people were homeless
For the homeless it was a good deal
But for me it wasn't a good deal