I Am Ordinary
I have no great skill
For I am not a learned man
No great feat to share
None other than ordinary
I have no real tallent
What I've ever shown
Was never really mine alone
So why is then
That when the wind blows
I feel it too
When a flower, flowers
I also bloom
When A tree sways
Or an infant sings
My ordinary becomes
Everything
In all the things
I never Knew
It mattered not
When I saw true
No great skill
No degree
To see beyond
The ordinary
duncan wyllie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-ordinary/
