Simple Poem

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