Might I request your attention to and consideration of my latest wrut? Poetry

bobby's girl

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Section, please, Yahoo.? How grateful, Lord, I am, for ordinary days
Performing ordinary chores in ordinary ways
Let others have the spotlight, center of the stage
And all I'll ever ask for, Lord, are ordinary days.

When the sun has finished and day is finally done
I'm always most grateful when it was an ordinary one
I prefer the plain days, where nothing much occurred
Ordinary phone calls with ordinary words

I want no knock upon the door, that I can't forget
I've had enough of those, Lord, hope my quota's met
I just want to live now in ordinary ways
Have the rest of lifetime be just ordinary days
Ordinary, in this sense, refers to NOT having the cops knock on your door in the middle of the night; NOT spending months gowned & gloved in a burn unit trying to recognize someone you love, Not getting the call from a military base from a surgeon saying that it was iffy if your son will survive, NOT having a doctor hand a death sentence to your darling, NOT having to watch more suffering, NOT having to watch someone you love die. I don't want any more extraordinary days; I just want the most exciting thing in my day to be Nothing. (I'm feeling sorry for myself, so overlook me; it will pass in the next 5-10 minutes. Promise.) lol
 
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