Home Ain't Here

In the sprawling Hills of Beverly,

An Infinity pool the neighbors will envy,

Cold marble floors and gold plated sinks,

Success and happiness is what everyone thinks.

But home ain't here.

The scorching sun beats on my head,

Sweat pours down my dirty face,

Passersby look with disdain,

And mockingly express their disgrace.

A parking lot?

Abandoned building?

Where will I lay my head?

Evening again approaches,

with that all-too-familiar dread.

But home ain't here.

Colors too brilliant to comprehend,

A river as clear as glass,

An indescribable love fills my soul,

Father, I am home at last.