Common Man

Coming into world the usual way
Bawling at the top of his voice
Wet and heaving, the baby lay
Wanting to get back, given a choice

Sleeping through day, crying otherwise
He spent his life wrapped up
Mother took care after an early rise
At night, his father stayed late up.

The baby grew slow and steady
Showing signs of being just normal
He said “mommy”, he said “daddy”
Had nothing that looked abnormal.

Seasons changed, the baby became
A kid, ready for school
Books and bags and tears came
But soon found everything cool

He was good but never great
Just another face in his class
Failure meant it was all fate
But proud when he won some brass.

Grandeur dreams he always had
Of wealth, women, and wine
Earning respect of good and bad
And a waiting list to dine.

When he finished, he had no clue
What path he wanted to take
Life hit him just out of the blue
He realized it’s no cake.

Dreams did always live with him
Drive for them just did not
He prayed to God and sang all hymns
But talent, he had not.

That’s the story, true and sad,
Of someone who also can,
Lack of will, and some luck that’s bad
Makes him a common man.