The Clouds

Sometimes I wonder why I can't close my eyes and drift on by,
past the troubles past the pain, past the hardships and struggles.

Oh, how I envy the clouds as they float and idle by.
As they sit way up high, high up in the
morning sky.
Oh, how I envy thee, white with
innocence, free of responsibility,
weightless and burden free.

As they look down upon my life, oh how they pity me.
And when people exclaim to me, "Get your
head out of the clouds! ",

I think, "Only how I wish it could be
me, weightless and burden free."

Oh, sweet clouds white with innocence,
weightless, and carefree.
Oh, how I envy thee.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem