There's billions of us
out here.
The fair, the usual, the mundane masses, and
the worst descriptor of all:
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I like the progression of this poem... I like the way it eases on down the road as it shares its message in a mood of calm and peaceful reflection. There is a time for angry confrontation but I'm glad you went for this non-confrontational delivery that allows the reader to muse and meditate without getting their hackles up.
To be normal and average in a mad world is harder than it sounds, but if we strive to be happy and content in what and who we are maybe we have a chance. A great poem.
There have been over 110 billion of us since humans have been modern humans. Some are born into great lives, some are given the circumstances to make a great life, but most of us are just, as you said, Normal. But we only have one shot at life,70-80 years or so, so being content, if not happy with being normal and enjoying it to the fullest is the way to go.
Another great poem I happen to stumble on today...and it says so much....and describes what is and what shall be....in this land of ordinary! Just be happy...and you got the key. Thanks for sharing, Smoky.
Thank you so very much Dee! Have a great day! :)