A classic contrast 

I scratch and push the golden walls

And walk through these long halls

Of this luxurious, expensive house,

With pet cats and prey mouse

Past the pools and the swings

And all the other shiny things,

And the benches dusting with gold

On this night so dark and cold

With a view of valley and seas

But this calm can't buy some peace,

And pretty trees lined in lanes

And I wish to escape these pains

And then I entered a tiny hut

Where I was accepted with arms jut,

The roof was raw, of straw and hay,

Cattle mooed and asses did bray

With only a candle lighting the place

But brighter were the smiling face,

From luxury, far did I roam,

To a place I could call truly 'home'