I am for Living!

I am for the excitement clay brings to ones mind.
The endless possibilities you can do with it,
The slimy goop stuck in between your fingers
Soon turning turning into brown crusted over hands.

I am for the head banging loud rock music,
AS it overwhelms the house.
And thw sound of thumping,
As everyone dances along to it.

I'm for little toddlers feet,
Attempting to fill their adirmable dad's shoes.

I am agaisnst the spitefulness of taking a mother's only son away,
Only so he can be put into a death match called war.

For the look on a teenage girls face,
as her eyes glisten with happiness,
When she steps into that perfectly fit prom dress.

I am for the countless bumps and bruises.
For each can tell a story,
And that story can tell a memory.

I am against suspenders,
Hanging from an old mans chest,
Attemoting to hoist up his already armpit level pants.

Most importantly,
I am for failures.
A world without failures,
Is like a world without fire alarms,
Always needed.