Ghosts represent our talents and potential
But on death’s bed, they sigh
With disapproval and deny
Knowing you didn’t comply with your note-worthy potential
Because like most people you chose the easy preferential
Instead of the rocky and steep road up high
The greater achievement when you eventually die
You chose the straight paved path
The seemingly obvious choice
The easiest way to possibly rejoice
But perhaps the main story of life
Isn’t your greatness or legacy
Or being the hawk instead of the crow
Triumphantly soaring in the air
But be the ordinary chicken
Or contempt pigeon
Fine with hanging on street wires