Ordinary Socks

Adela Parzanese

Ordinary socks.

Ordinary life.

With ups and downs,

Colourful, but grey sometimes.

Ordinary lives, we see pass by.

Hailstorms, rain, wind and blue skies.

Ordinary life; a mother who nurtures a baby while pushing the other in the pram.

Ordinary lives, of those who see the smiles, but never the scars.

Socks, shoes, boots nobody walks my path.

Ordinary lives. We are here, there and always so far we have nothing, yet so much.

Ordinary LIFE, I’ve searched abroad what I’ve always had by my side.

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