An Ordinary Life - Anne Clark

The madman looked inside the eyes of the face upon the mirror —

«It seems I’m losing my way again» — he sighed

And once again the tell-tale tears begin their journey down

An ever deepening track

His wife place a hand upon his shoulder

How over these past few month, he’s aged so many years

He’d give this life to live again

He’d be so more daring.

Be so much bolder —

But a little less aware

It’s something of which he can’t

Be certain and so he stays restrained and hurting

At breakfasthe places a kiss upon his only daughter

How he longs for her to run to them as she did when

She was young, but her secrets have become her fears

Too.

Yet stell she remains his child

His still-pretty wife manages so well.

Makes excuses

For his abscence.

Tries so hard to find the road he’s on

The madman combs his hair, his expression has returned

Almost to normal and he blends almost prefectly with

The crowd.

Back into an ordinary life

An ordinary life