The Homeless Homo Sapien Hoping Against Hope For A Home Here Poem by Elizabeth Sheaffer

Creeping through the dark on dampened grass
Peering inside through thin stained glass
Such wonders inside doth this house hold
An array of wonders, soon to unfold
Taking a seat to watch the show
It doesn't matter that the performers don't know
Caught up in their excitement, they sing with delight
Their clear, cheery voices ring through the night
A man, with his wife, holding her close
So much in love; they could never let go
Sitting outside, a single tear escapes
Wiping away the path that it traced
The wind brings a chill, but inside it's warm
So lucky are they that have a good home
Thinking aloud, 'Why can't i have this? '
Wishing for a wife of his own to kiss
Sadly, the man turns away and departs
Heavy in spirit, but light at heart.