'Clouds'
By William
I ask you, why try? when I can stare at the sky
filled with clouds that fly high above us all
why dedicate my life to metal that rusts and wood that decays
when i can enjoy the clouds that eternally stay
the clouds don't care about the ifs and what mays
and the challenges of this life we vacate
but I'm always asked:
what will your parents say when they find that your rent is due and you can't pay?
how will your family bide with a father that is like a racehorse without a stride?
They claim you can't live without being able to give
and I ask them what can they weigh in,
to a life that isn't theirs to begin, end or even be a part of
that wants to fly high like a dove
without the burden of care from the people whom I love
and who's to say that I even may have kids or grandkids wandering around during my days
This life I live I don’t want to give to others who are impartial
so at the end of my days I'll know that I was my only marshal
so when it is my day I can lie down on the hay
happily staring at the clouds that will eternally stay