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