Poem-A-Day: Day 589

Commonality

I’ve never noticed numerous spelling mistakes,
but that’s humanly possible I suppose.

However, I suppose I don’t as often.
Though I never did as much to begin with.

The revelation is lacking revolution
or some other catharsis that I’ve awaited.

The smell is deafening to my senses,
and I’ve never given much thought to it.

I guess that’s life as they see it these days,
a mess of drifting simply over backwards.