What's That Word

Common is what it means
Oh why can't I think of it
Now regular or usual maybe
Very soon now I may have a fit

Every time I try to remember
Nothing happens at all
The word might be standard
If I don't get it may have to squall

One time I'm thinking normal
Next typical seems to be right
Accepted is close but that's not it
Looks like it going to be a long night!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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May 11, 2017 at 9:48 AM
Hey, Rog., I'd place you in your 70's based on this POV. I'm there and find myself wondering "why am I here?" Simple activity like walking from one room to the next and having to push myself to come up with an answer, "why am I here?" So far, after a brief time, I can reach a conclusion. I ponder the thought - what happens when the "conventional" answer does not come? Thanks for sparking my thoughts; I enjoyed your piece.
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May 11, 2017 at 5:28 PM
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. I'm Pushing it pretty hard. It seems like most of the dirt around here is at least a couple of years younger than me. Not sure if that means I'm doing good or just kind of sneaking by! :)
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