Ordinary
It was ordinary when I ran laughing
dreaming sweet dreams,
completely..
see me there, young!
hair flowing..
singing.
And what of it,
what of self?
I care less and less
yet seek to live
find happiness
or what I knew of it.
Shake my collar down
another day to work, feed my needs
and those of dear ones.
Yet I began to wonder, one day
is there anything God-like
in ordinary?
I see tired bees, selfless in toil
never again to fly..
do they yet smile..?
and..
is there a message in this
for you and I.
See me there, young!
hair flowing..
so ordinary...
yet singing still,
like a bee..
so wonderfully ordinary
my only need.
Copyright © Quoth Theraven | Year Posted 2023
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