Every day,
I read obituaries
of
extraordinary people
Why am I so
ordinary?
I would
scale Mount Everest too,
but I can’t
afford the trip
I would win
a Medal of Honor,
but I
couldn’t endure
the
discomfort of war
I know most
high achievers
fall back
into ordinary lives
like
everyone else,
but oh,
what memories of triumph
When life
becomes stale
put in a
toaster
Heat it
carefully
Spread
strawberry jam
Pour cup of
coffee
Consume
with the toast
Life
becomes tasty
The life
rafts of indifference
and taking
for granted
carried
them through
a desert of
disconnection
She went on
a voyage
of
discovery
that ended
with her finding
that he was
a superior man
Her
transformation
into an
enticing woman,
her smile,
her joie de vivre
brought him
back to her
Boss, that
workplace
term of
subservience
spoken
aloud
rankles my ears
Distaste
How sweet
instead
is the
sound of skipper,
rolling off
the tongue,
light to
the ears
Tolerable
In our republic,
no-one is a
master,
no knee bending
to the
monied or elected
Dignified
