The Ordinary Man

He cannot even lay clain to local renown
The ordinary man in an ordinary town
Though on his knowledge of local history he takes great pride
For such he will never be known far and wide
As a teenager he used to often daydream
Of being a number one ruckman with an A F L team
But daydreams as we know do seldom come true
Since life only seems to give us what's our due
With a primary school going son and daughter and a devoted wife
And a good job one seen as a success in life
In his mid to late thirties his brown hair turning gray
A decade one might say beyond his prime day
He no longer daydreams of National renown
The ordinary man in the ordinary town.