They made themselves comfortable
locked away all ambition
turned their backs on risk
playing safe by their own admission
Wholly frightened by adventure
avoiding big emotions
They lingered in their own back yard
snubbed the calling oceans
Ignorant of how to live
a magnificent existence
the lure of pure excitement
countered by fearful resistance
Half happy in their domain
achieving microscopic dreams
living a small life
tasting the milk, never the cream
Awaiting an epiphany
to rouse them from their slumber
to save them from the dull old-age
they’d planned upon since youngsters
Poetry for Dullards 