Faces in the Crowd

Faces in the Crowd

The musician who revels in the notes

That float from his gnarled ash guitar, 

Satisfied in the company 

Of song, content to never know 

The high of a crowd's adoring roar, 

Has found the joy of mediocrity. 

The writer, knowing his words have worth 

Solely because they belong to him 

And no one else, writing to tell 

A story never told before, 

Is unphased by publishers' fickle whims 

And finds the garb of anonymity fits well. 

And so with the athlete, whose body knows

The joy of movement for movement's sake, 

The artist, whose painted canvas brings

More joy to him than fame could boast, 

The cook, who'd rather blend and bake 

To serve his passion instead of cook for kings. 

To learn to thrive in normalcy,

To excel in mediocrity!