A Mediocre Man

Robert William Service

I’m just a mediocre man
     Of no high-brow pretence;
A comfortable life I plan
     With care and commonsense.
I do the things most people do,
     I echo what they say;
And through my morning paper view
     The problems of the day.

No doubt you think I’m colourless,
     Profoundly commonplace;
And yet I fancy, more or less,
     I represent the race.
My name may stand for everyone,
     At least for nine in ten,
For all in all the world is run
     By mediocre men.

Of course you’ll maybe not agree
     That you are average,
And unlike ordinary me
     You strut your little stage,
Well, you may even own a Bank,
     And mighty mergers plan,
But Brother, doff your tile and thank
     The Mediocre Man.

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