A House or a Home - an awesome poem
The walls of a house may be built of wood,
its foundations of brick or of stone;
but a genuine home is an exquisite thing,
for it’s built of heartthrobs alone.
The price of a house may be reckoned at once,
and paid with a handful of gold;
but the price of a home very few can compute,
and that price they have never yet told.
The rooms of a house may be stately and grand,
their adornment a triumph of art;
but beauty of home is the final result
of the toil of an unselfish heart.
A house may be burned, may be sold or exchanged,
nor the loss of one’s peace interfere;
but the loss of a home - how it crushes the heart! -
for our homes we all love and revere.
Of houses a man may possess many scores,
yet his lack of a home cause despair;
but an honourable couple, in a home filled with love, must be counted a true millionaire.
Adapted from J.H. Sykes