The Ordinary Man In The Street Poem by John Carter Brown
The Ordinary Man In The Street
Who is this strange creation -
'The ordinary man in the street'
How best can we describe him,
What say us if we meet?
He is but pure invention,
A meaningless disguise,
A bafflement, a camouflage
I do not recognise.
You can't reduce a person
Of any sex or race
To such a mundane sentence,
A being, without face;
We can't be averaged out so
It simply doesn't hold,
We'll not be departmentalised
Or do as we are told.
So listen to our heartbeats,
Remove us from your plan,
We're not that strange creation...
'The ordinary man'!
well, there may be some ordinary men, but not all ordinary men would be the same as some other ordinary men. it does bother me when my wife generalizes/lumps-together people or things. all men should be like me of course......women also. why not? yes, all men AND women should just wear below-the-waist swimwear at the beach. thanks for sharing.
wise poem, nice conclusion, thank you for sharing this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I enjoyed reading this poem John