The Ordinary Man

Robert William Service (Jan 1874 – Sep 1958) | English

If you and I should chance to meet,
I guess you wouldn’t care;
I’m sure you’d pass me in the street
As if I wasn’t there;
You’d never look me in the face,
My modest mug to scan,
Because I’m just a commonplace
An Ordinary Man.

But then, it may be, you are too
A guy of every day,
Who does the job he’s told to do
And takes he wife his pay;
Who makes a home and kids his care,
And works with pick or pen…
Why, Pal, I guess we’re just a pair
Of Ordinary Men.

We plug away and make no fuss,
Our feats are never crowned;
And yet it’s common coves like us
Who make the world go round.
And as we steer a steady course
By G-d’s predestined plan,
Hats off to that almighty force:
The ORDINARY MAN.