Clouds are not the cheeks of angels, you know.
They're only clouds.
Friendly sometimes,
but you can never be sure.
If I had longer arms,
I'd push the clouds away
or make them hang above the water somewhere else.
But I'm just a man
who needs and wants,
mostly things he'll never have.
Looking for that thing that's hardest to find -- himself.
I've been going a long time now.
Along the way, I've learned some things.
You have to make the good times yourself --
take the little times and make them into big times
and save the times that are all right
for the ones that aren't so good.
I've never been able
to push the clouds away by myself.
Help me.
Please.
- from "Listen To The Warm," Rod McKuen, 1967.