Tuesday 11 August 2020

A Poem a Day (239): The X word

 

The X word

We call ourselves unique.
Are we so divergent?

We try deep footprints,
Already stamped and used.

Futile are our attempts
To be something different.

They’ve seen it all before.
Everyone knows.

What can you bring
To this spotless table?

Will you do your own thing?
Will you stand out?

We clap and cheer you,
Make you believe.

We want you to win,
We want to see you win,

Just so we know
Someone still can.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, August 11, 2020

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