Simple Poem

Simple is not true

Everything is simple

in it's own way

Taken from a point of view

man is sure to say

And praying for the other souls

that price is sure to pay

When learning from the other souls

is kept on hold these days

And hanging in the ballast

of what it is to be

Standing on a ball

and spinning all to free

That Heaven can't afford to wait

For everything below

When waiting on a man to see

is everything to know

And telling all his life to be

as rich is when he's dead

When Heaven waits for all your souls

and living must be lead