Ordinary World, by Charles Carreon
We are the ordinary color people,
the faded clothing, the old car people,
We are the wood-stacked-by-the-fire people,
The sun-shining-on-the-bare-rocks people.
We are the just day by day people,
No wealth, no future, no claims to fame.
We are the don't-mind-being-forgotten people,
The wind in the abandoned orchard people.
Some people say we are a good-for-nothing people;
That is OK with me,
It is good to be for nothing.
Yes, I like to walk a rocky coast,
Listening to the sea-cave sounds.
I like to lean my head out the window,
Rolling down the hiway as the desert golds,
And I like to think -- perhaps, someday
The lights and shiny paint will fade,
And reveal an ordinary world.