There's billions of us
out here.
The fair, the usual, the mundane masses, and
the worst descriptor of all:
the normal.
We're nothing special.
Nothing to look at, to talk about.
Nothing to raise a glass and toast over, no
we will never be kings, conquerors,
queens or lovely saints;
Soon after we are gone
we are forgotten
like misplaced linen, once comfortably useful,
easily replaced.
Like a fading dream, that upon waking
one wonders if there is a purpose to,
but soon forgets the details of.
We're not bad guys,
nor especially good, we're
just us - that's all.
It's not our fault really,
we we're thrown crying into
this mindless milieu
of routine ordinariness.
Unlucky? Perhaps.
Screwed over? Possibly.
Forgotten? Probably.
But, most likely just here
to simply pass the time,
to turn with the earth, and
alleviate someone's boredom a bit.
It's nothing but a thing,
No one's fault (certainly not our own)
no collusion, no covert operation here,
just the way things go. - But,
if by chance or by design
one gets lucky enough
to just once, truly cry and laugh
at the same time
- like the sun breaking through a rain cloud -
then, just for that brief moment,
for us the lowly,
a reprieve, a glory, a reason.
There, then,
God smiles and winks
and let's us consider;
Maybe there is something
to all of this after all... And
being average, as it turns out,
is not a curse.
I like the progression of this poem... I like the way it eases on down the road as it shares its message in a mood of calm and peaceful reflection. There is a time for angry confrontation but I'm glad you went for this non-confrontational delivery that allows the reader to muse and meditate without getting their hackles up.
To be normal and average in a mad world is harder than it sounds, but if we strive to be happy and content in what and who we are maybe we have a chance. A great poem.
There have been over 110 billion of us since humans have been modern humans. Some are born into great lives, some are given the circumstances to make a great life, but most of us are just, as you said, Normal. But we only have one shot at life,70-80 years or so, so being content, if not happy with being normal and enjoying it to the fullest is the way to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another great poem I happen to stumble on today...and it says so much....and describes what is and what shall be....in this land of ordinary! Just be happy...and you got the key. Thanks for sharing, Smoky.
Thank you so very much Dee! Have a great day! :)