Extraordinarily Ordinary

Extraordinarily ordinary.
A quietish kid
No trouble,
Content.
Through each day he slid.
He was so-so at football,
Not bad at art,
Average with numbers
Mediocrely smart.
He wrote without flourish
And sang without zeal
His teachers quite liked him,
Some kids saw appeal.
He wasn’t unpopular,
But no future prom king,
He was hard to describe
As no thing was ‘his thing’.
Each day he grew taller,
He learned things
And laughed.
Bizarrely un-unique
His days just
Kind of
Passed.

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