What Am I

What am I

But a cirrus cloud

That changes in the wind

Barely noticed, all in all

My memory small and thin

What am I

But a chalk dust smile

That lasts for but a day

One small storm and in the rain

I'm sure to wash away

What am I

But a springtime leaf

That waves atop a tree

In the fall, I'll fade to brown

And vanish on a breeze

What am I

But another face

Without my King within

A supernumerary

If I cannot live for him