One of the crowd

Beware of mediocrities.
They suffer from a strange disease.
They’re terrified some one may see
That they are not as ordinary.
as they would really like to be.
Though you may see them differently.
They do not know that they’re unique.
Just blending in is what they seek.
They have no personality
and they don’t really want to be
singled out- In any way
earnestly each day they pray.
Oh Lord don’t make me different
I’m nobody but I’m content.

13-Dec-07

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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