Surely as some may think, I would not want to be a bumble bee, maybe a spider to sit on your knee? Maybe an Eagle, from on high, I could watch the kids with my sharp eyes.
Maybe a high mountain overlooking a vast plain, drinking in all the summer's rain, laughing at those who try to reach my crest, most fail, even the best.
Maybe a birthday cake, with candles that you can’t blow out, giving much laughter, and, how the kids would shout! Maybe a smart car, pleasing the wife, sterring drinkers away from the Bar.
Maybe a giraffe, walking high above the traffic, wearing eight different colorful neck ties.
Maybe a Clown, spreading joy and laughter all around, noticed by an Agent, soon, Circus bound. Maybe a big Band leader, waving my wand I bring forth a beautiful tune, as the violins play, the ladies swoon.
Maybe a billionaire not having a worry or care! But I choose to remain me, because of all my trails and fears, Ive’ learned to be caring, tenderhaearted to the broken hearted, not just thinking of the big *I, or pie in the Sky.
*For God resists the proud, but gives grace to the humble, humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, and he will exalt you in due season.