Different Worlds

April 29, 2010
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I live in a heartwarming, authentic home,
Yet he has no place that he can call his own.
I reluctantly go to school everyday.
And he survives on the water of the rain.
I can sleep peacefully in a warm bed,
But he fights against meeting the end.
I can drive wherever, to and from.
He walks miles in the blazing sun.
I can open the fridge and take out some food,
He has to beg, with nothing else to lose.
I think about how to deal with my friends,
He ponders on how to live with a ten.
I talk of living high and mighty,
He speaks wisdom words, all so kindly.
I live in a society of future and goals.
He lives in a culture, where men try their souls.

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