Ordinary
I could make a list, it'd take all day,
To tell you what we're not. We aren't,
And won't be, millionaires, or movie
Stars, or landed gentry, lolling with
Our dogs and horses on our hundred-
Acre lawns. We won't be lords of
Commerce holding court in boardrooms
In the sky. We will not win the public's
Eyes with words or pictures, nor will we,
It seems, obtain the critics' praise, and
We won't build the perfect geegaw,
Torture nature into telling secrets
She had held before, or rule a nation,
Ruthlessly or otherwise, or otherwise
Obtain the slightest status or renown.
In other words, we won't prevail,
As we may once have hoped we would.
At best, we will persist. Is that
Enough?
poem by Lawrence Beck
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