How the Mediocre Have Fallen

They went to hear the rock n roll blare. And friends asked how the music fared. They said A Soup Named Stew played and they were really, really there.

How’s it going? I must hear and say too many times to count from day to day. And just as many times I’ve lied saying things are going OK.

How the mediocre have fallen. Once so average, now so savage. The glory days of 2.0s are yesterday’s long lost unclaimed baggage.

Her friends asked how the date went; she shrewdly replied it was quite existent. (Such cuts of adversity whittle down even the most persistent.)

He used to run life's race unimpressingly taking 15th place: not the best, but not the worst. But these days have left with haste.

One day my hope will be made perfect but that day is not quite here yet. It seems so hard to live each day when the goal seems so far away.

©2005