'I' don't have an 'eye' for poetry

Humans think
Wish we could fly
But its the birds that fly

Saints think
Wish we could lie
But its the liars who lie

Water thinks
Wish we could dry
But its the air that dries

Men think
Wish we could cry
But its the women that cry

The poor think
Wish we could buy
But its the rich that buy

Failures think
Wish we could score high
But its the winners that score high

Talkatives think
Wish we were shy
But its the loners that are shy

Masons think
Wish we could wear a tie
But its the officers that wear a tie

Butchers think
Wish we could bake a pie
But its the baker that bakes a pie

Fly, lie, dry, cry, buy, high, shy, tie, pie
God thinks with a sigh
After all, one day you'll all die

Sometimes its the loser that wins

It was just a game
or so I thought
Until they announced the name
and I remember the loser fought

It all came down to one point
you take it you win
The opponent didn't want to disappoint
and thus was committed a sin

The ball fell outside the line
But the opponent displayed qualm
The loser didn't argue to say the point was mine
He showed grace and quiet aplomb

The winner takes it all they say
The trophy is all the opponent got
What the loser had nobody could take away
'cause integrity and dignity are not bought

Timepass

All I want
is to write a poem
All I want
is to see if I can write without a theme
For All I know
I have written a poem
For All you know
It has a theme that is called Poem without a theme