SONNET OF THE COMMON

I have no need for extravagant things – 

Sparkles and shine mean nothing to me. 

Give me the dull, the boring, the brown 

Earthy things, growing green and free. 

Others may fawn over silk and brocade 

Jewels of exquisite taste and color. 

I’d just as well wear my threadbare jeans 

And a faded t-shirt, soft, like no other. 

I know those who love ancient red wine 

Paired with tender filet mignon. 

Hot dogs and burgers char-grilled 

By my love, are better in my opinion. 

     Give me the simple, the common and plain,

     These are the things I’ll choose again and again.