Ordinary and Overlooked

Hail to thee, O humble things in our days,

The treasures that too-oft escape our praise,

In you, the essence of life we find,

A beauty so simple, yet divinely aligned.

Oh, little paperclip, silver bend and curve,

A silent hero, ever ready to serve,

You keep our documents neatly aligned,

Marvellous thing, so often undermined.

Ode to the chair, on which we repose,

A steadfast companion, through highs and lows,

Of days at a desk, drudgery and doldrum

Until day of work ends, weekend begun.

Hail, everyday clock, your hands dance and spin,

Marking the moments as they begin and end,

A constant reminder of fleeting time,

To cherish each second, oh, so sublime.

Let us not overlook your humble worth,

For in you, lies the essence of our mirth,

To the ordinary things, we raise our voice,

Grateful for the wonders you do deploy.

Odes began in Ancient Greece, but as a poetry form they are rather flexible, and each poet had their own spin. I rather liked this challenge, even if it took a while for me to get an entry in.

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