The Price

I wish I were a cold, cold lifeless stone when crushed by a careless trudging foot no pain bemoans. I wish I were a nebulous cloud the playful wind bungles round around now lady-like floats then ghost-like bloats unharmed by its might. I wish I were a massive cathedral where life's grandeur and puniness unfold tangle up and blend that stands on unimpressed and uninvolved. I wish I could run away from the claws of unending pain and conflict then easy it would be! But what are these gifts for of heart and mind and love? If there would be... no glow at sunrise? no thrill at the call of the beloved? no ecstasy at the birth of a child? no rapture at success? no bliss at the dawn of truth? no aches and pains? no agonies and poignant torture of loneliness? I wish I knew what there is to gain by being human When the clouds have vanished I wish to know, and sure am I I'd still wish to be human, .............even pay the price.