When you reach the house that has become a home,
take a right;
walk down the street that is a community,
take a left;
then travel to the shops that are lives,
take a left;
see the corner that has become a job,
continue
to find the alley that is a veteran's bed,
take a right;
walk past the single mother begging for food,
turn around;
sleep soundly in your warm bed.
Prompt: write a poem that begins with a direction