If you and I should chance to meet, <br />I guess you wouldn't care; <br />I'm sure you'd pass me in the street <br />As if I wasn't there; <br />You'd never look me in the face, <br />My modest mug to scan, <br />Because I'm just a commonplace <br /> And Ordinary Man. <br /> <br />But then, it may be, you are too <br />A guy of every day, <br />Who does the job he's told to do <br />And takes the wife his pay; <br />Who makes a home and kids his care, <br />And works with pick or pen. . . . <br />Why, Pal, I guess we're just a pair <br /> Of Ordinary Men. <br /> <br />We plug away and make no fuss, <br />Our feats are never crowned; <br />And yet it's common coves like us <br />Who make the world go round. <br />And as we steer a steady course <br />By God's predestined plan, <br />Hats off to that almighty Force: <br /> THE ORDINARY MAN.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ordinary-man/
