Ordinary Man

As scattered light

Spread by the dawn
Infused in nature
We are born
As grey clouds cross
A winters sky
With silver streaked
We live and die
As cold winds blow
The flurried snow
Into the night
So we must go
But not before
Our time has come
To touch the earth
To feel the sun
Our colours mixed
Our brush out flung
Our canvas painted
With no plan
And yet so beautiful
This life
Of
Ordinary
Man

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Egal Bohen