he stares out the window
at the clouds which go
where the winds take them
pushed around in the sky
drifting... drifting...
helplessly
uncontrollably

no one remembers the clouds
for when it brings showers
upon the crops
and when farmers rejoice
for the rich season harvest

everyone remembers the clouds
for when it brings floods
upon the land
and farmers curse them
for the destruction of their fruits of labour

the times he hoped
people would finally
stop and look back
at him and the things he did
shake his hand and
show a bit of appreciation

the times hes hoped
what he had done
could override his errs
but no one knows and
no one remembers
because only the mistakes
are significant enough

did he bring this upon himself?
it seems so
it appears to be his fault
but no one is forgiving enough
he doesn't want to believe he deserves this
but truth stands clear infront of him
this is what he got.
this is life.
change it or move on.