Mansions For All.
Mansions for all.
I've walked through the homesteadsof three U.S. presidents
where the years took their tolls
each are now former residents.
Amidst trappings so fine
massive rooms filled with splendour,
I was grateful for the minutes,
guides allowed me to spend there.
I grew up in the projects,
one of 5 kids who struggled
with a dad seldom home,
due to three jobs he juggled.
But I cherished that place,
tiny home that it was,
makes me value what I now have,
so much more just because....
What we own, where we live,
what fate gave us to be in,
whether humble or grand,
wrecked or made a museum,
does not matter that much
in the context of time,
in the end when we move on.
we leave it all behind.
It's what we house in our soul,
it's our realest state of being,
it's the windows we open,
and the love that we're freeing.
never slamming the doors,
when we should be agreeing.
Such will grant us a mansion,
for our souls far above,
when we leave earthly shelters,
for homes worth dreaming of.