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.