A Fun Poem about the Human Condition

We stumble on two wobbly feet,
And laugh at rainy days,
We chase the sun, escape defeat—
Then lose our wallets anyway.

We wonder if our socks will match,
And why our hair won’t do,
We search for keys, then loaf and watch
Some cat videos, too.

We dream so big, we build the moon—
Or at least a rocket’s shell.
We sing off-key, we dance out of tune,
And sometimes trip as well.

We fear the dark, yet crave the stars,
We yearn, and scorn, and pine;
We scribble verses, write memoirs,
Pretending we’re divine.

Oh, the ache of being clever,
Oh, the joy of being fools!
For every struggle, worry—never!
We invent new, hopeful rules.

So here’s to the curious, the lost and found,
To the laughers and the criers;
To being gloriously earthbound—
But always aiming higher!