Poem by Wendye Savage
 With your head in the clouds
Your nose in the air;
You miss all the good things
The sweet things down there.
Puffed up with pride
Lacking true love for your self;
Yet your ego elevating itself
Above everyone else.
Well, egos some large
Egos some small;
But the bigger they are
The harder they fall.
With your head in the clouds
Your nose in the air:
You miss all the good things
The sweet things down there.
