THE MUNDANE

The ball’s set in motion
It’s out  of your hands
The train’s left the station
You’ve done all you can.

Step back from the table
Relinquish, concede
There’s more to consider
To want or to need.

Be grateful, be happy
It could have been worse
It could’a been you
Who’s blamed or is cursed.

So much misfortune
The shame of it all
Unsteady, unbalanced
With no one to call.

Easily cornered
Baffled, alone
No one to turn to
There’s no one at home.

Mundane and idle
Without hope or desire
Standing in place
Neither loved  or admired.

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Photo by Google Images: tommylanham.com

Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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