Ordinary Man* - Poem by Ian Bowen
I love my life
and all who sail in her.
Obviously there have been times
when my nuts have been squeezed
by the clenched fists
of those who want what I possess.
I however, have come through.
Keeping sanity alive, in a head
that always listened to reason,
I drank from a cup,
full of family love...
and became proud
to be this ordinary man.
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