Life slips, tocks ticks away.

Gravity holds while the mind runs

Runs from mundane, day after day.

Play after play, the same.

Plain Jane

Rebellious yet conforming.

Marry the two, so hard to do.

In lieu, let us stew.

Strewn ideals, wayside dreams.

Bursting seams, survival of the fittest.

Lift us when we are down

So we never drown

of the mundane.


Submitted as part of Jingle’s Thursday Poets Rally Week 42



Thanks so much for this great honor, I would like to nominate Jingle for Week 43.