I lead
An ordinary life
I have petty battles
Day to day strife
I have
My little hopes and dreams
But nothing verges
On life’s extremes
I would
Be honor bound
In calamitous times
To be the one that’s found
Willingly
To give the sacrifice
To storm the world
And to pay the price
Day to day
No emergency
Calls to arms
To awaken me
So am I
Lost to mediocrity
Is comfort here
All that I can be?
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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You’re lucky. I’d give my right arm for a comfortable life…although it probably wouldn’t be that comfortable having my right arm sawn off, come to think of it.
LOL.. yep, that would fit in my definition of ‘discomfort’!! 🙂
It’s not the boulders in life that get people down, anyone can be a hero helping them over.
Its the sand in their shoes that they really need help with and there are too few ordinary hero’s to give them that help.
🙂
That’s very true and very wise, thank you for commenting!! 🙂
I really like this.
Thanks Jennifer! 🙂
Very nice. I find this very profound.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
We who wish for adventure, never know just how lucky we are to have such ordinary lives.
That’s probably very true!! 🙂 🙂
I’ve always believed that it’s in the ordinary that we find extraordinary people! Wonderful poem…beautiful rhythm
Thanks so much Kira!! 🙂 🙂
This is a worry for a lot of us, that the comfortable life can lead us to lose touch with some of our vital instincts, you tap into that very well.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Liked this very much!!
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂