An Ordinary Man

I know I am not the best, but, I know, too, that, I am not the worst. I know I am not the richest, but, I know, too, that, I am not the poorest. I know I am not the mightiest, but, I know, too, that, I am not the weakest. Thanks God, I pass through the dark streets, in the late night, dogs are friendly to me they don't bark at me. Snatchers know to rob this ordinary man will be a futile fatigue. Ignored by the street criminals unnoticed by the wicked police men, I come safely at home take the ordinary dinner with my ordinary wife and sleep on an ordinary bed. I am an ordinary man, but, my thoughts are not ordinary, reflected in my dreams as twinkling stars, and, as a shining full moon, guiding me to walk on the Milky Ways where with my hand in the hand of a fairy I go to a garden of colorful and scented flowers. I pluck a beautiful flower and, when I come back I put that flower on the side table. I enjoy a deep and sweet sleep. When I awake I see my diary is open and a new poem is added in it. Perhaps, in my dreams I am not an ordinary man.