An Ordinary Man He Is Supposed To Be Poem by Francis Duggan

An ordinary man he is supposed for to be
But he does not seem ordinary to me
As a sculptor of wood beauty he does create
Were he good at sports he would be one many would look up to as great
He remains as a stranger to local renown
The talented man of an old country town
As a sculptor of wood his reputation has grown
And far beyond the borders of his hometown he is widely known
He is quite a happy man in his life
With two lovely teenage daughters and a beautiful wife
As a sculptor of wood the best for many kilometers around
And people like him in numbers never abound
One who does not like the limelight he is happy for to stay
Where he is looked on as an ordinary fellow since he likes it this way.