I Shall Become Like Beethoven (From, Myspace) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I shall become like Beethoven
Lost in my heart
Or to a street woven
Never my flight to start
Feeling the seeds growing
Those surround my feet
Never be able in going
Where there is a helpful need

I shall become like a stone
In the earth’s road
Always there being alone
With my cold content load
Reasons that come with time
Shall move beyond and be
Each in its own prime
While the mud disables me

Or perhaps I'll be like a leaf
That withers to yellow
In my daytime's brief
That circles the air and fellow
And gives me a thought to drift
And become free for awhile
When I'm in life's lift
And drift with its beguile