Random Thoughts On the Humdrum
I have wondered about mundane things
Would they have become spectacular,
Noteworthy, perchance, balls of strings
If given purpose, a splendid piacular?
Not everything is special and/or pristine.
Actually, most things are commonplace
Not everything is a finely-tuned machine
Like the works behind the watch’s face.
So much of life, I think, is run-of-the-mill
Which accounts for same ‘ol, same ‘ol.
I am inclined to believe boredom relates
To an impetus to achieve a desired goal
It’s not good to leave life to the fates.
Written July 17, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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