Poem…The Home Fires Burning…I have never gone hungry,Except during medical tests,There has always been a meal for myself,How I feel sorrow for the homeless…Turkey,mashed potatoes,,stuffing, every Thanksgiving,The home fires burning,A kitchen with one of us in our family cooking,I am a fortunate soul…When I walk by the homeless,I acknowledge them at the very least,They are lost souls,In a crazy lost world…I always give to charities,That feed the hungry,Never will I take for granted,The fortunate soul I happen to be.