Just like a white canvas
waiting for a picture,
I am nothing special
there is no colour to me,
no vigorous brush stroke
no texture,
I am plain and simple
just like A4 paper,
I have not done anything
of recognition,
nothing that deserves
any amount of praise,
I have lived my life
in the background,
just a drifter,
there are 5 billion others
just like me.
Do I stand out next to them?
You tell me?

Comments
shoe | August 13, 2010 - 08:16
You do now! excellent poem,:}
kheldar | August 13, 2010 - 20:08
A clever description of something many people doubtless feel. There is much to be said for remaining unsullied however, having done nothing worthy of condemnation.
As Shoe alludes, at least one piece of A4 has something written upon it.
Kheldar :--)
andrew-evans | August 13, 2010 - 22:23
Thank you both for your kind words