The Average

Nothing Special

How do I state this?

 

By no imagination am I the greatest.

 

A plain pine in a forest full of trees.

 

I can stand in crowded stadium and nobody will notice me.

 

Call me magic, because without practice I can be around and still to prying eyes never be seen.

 

Even my sadness is hidden by a madness that is shown on straight face that even I may mistake as unemotional or serene.

 

There is no great adage about the average, but in a sense that has set me free.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Being average. I don't know. I like being unknown. Many people asked me. Do I want to become famous. I answer, no. Some people need to be stars, I want to enjoy the Michigan lakes and forest. A powerful write that question many things. No-one want to be forgotten. Sometime we must raise our voice and make people take notice. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry. Left a lot for the reader to think about.
Coyote