An Ordinary Man

An Ordinary Man short poem

An Ordinary Man short poemPhoto by neepster

I am but an Ordinary man
With wife and children in demand

Up each morning at six
On the road and dressed in slick
And add to that a boss with that stick
That makes a buck at a lick

I am that ordinary man
With dreams and goals
That can touch my soul
With no time to sow
No vegetables to plow
And no time to milk a cow

That is an ordinary man
It’s written in the sand
and not long for one to pan
so make the best of what you can

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