We build a house to dwell in,
unconcerned in the silent whispers
of it as to what we are, reveals
our economic status, as our bodies
are home for our soul, our conduct
reflects our dispositions and intellect
A house even emanates moods, cheery,
gloomy, lovely, regal, humble and so on
We don’t judge a person by the house
as we don’t by a person’s appearance, for
in the shack could live a great resident
as inside an ugly person thrives a decency,
redolent as the lilac perfume in June, yet
we are troubled by the prejudice,
the wayward child within,
sneaky and ubiquitous

(by Byung A. Fallgren. Byungafallgren.wordpress.com.)