Mundane
It’s rare I find the depths to plumb;
I pen the silly and the dumb.
I don’t scream much into the void
about things with which I’m annoyed.
I cannot rage about my ex
or brag about hot hookup sex,
or angst at why the planet warms
from man-induced or cyclic norms.
I mostly leave my politics
on unwatched channels, unclicked clicks.
I do reveal how I am awed
at things pertaining to my God.
About my past, I’ll share a bit
regarding rescue from the pit.
World travel logs would be pretend;
I’d rather be right ‘round the bend.
I find I have some things to say
about my grands and how they play.
And chances are indeed remote
you haven’t read about my goat.
My Missy girl and I take walks,
imagining if she could talk.
My grandkids’ cats, their simple names,
are of renown and hero fame.
Sometimes my life seems quite mundane;
I hope to keep it all the same.
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