You perched wistfully <br />like a sad balloon <br />wearing out of helium <br />tottering the sad world <br />with a reticent stride, <br />dragging your string <br />through your bouncing flight <br /> <br />The inflection of languor <br />in your ebullient disposition <br />made many a men ask <br />why you fly above pigeons <br />to be below the stars? <br />You took higher, <br />everything shrunk behind <br /> <br />The world below is full <br />of towers and spires <br />taunting to shear <br />the ripe azure of the skies, <br />you left them flustered <br />when you float higher <br />without a worldliness <br />in your sad eyes<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-balloon/
