X The Glorious And The Mundane Poem by Madam Anonymous

A single lonely raindropp makes a churning ocean
The fire of a thunderstorm begins with a tiny motion

So it is in today’s world of twenty four/seven
We ambitiously want to make an earthly heaven

We want the big, beautiful and the best
Are willing to do it without a moment’s rest

We diligently slog eight full hours a day
For another eight we try to restfully lay

Human straphangers in buses and trains
Dash around cars and commuter planes

So that we may make our needed daily money
Along the way, meet dreams filled with honey

We cook, clean, shop, do all tasks benign
Dutifully nourish our body three times

As we live mundanely day in and day out
Dealing with divorce, death and sickness bout

Awakened with an occasional thunderbolt
Magically to its life giving power are sold

In our hearts we keep a little window open
Carry our dreams with a youthful spin

With steely determination we finally get there
Beneath the mundane, unearth the glorious fair