As scattered light spread by the dawn
Infused in nature we are born
As grey clouds cross the winters sky
With silver streaked we live and die
As cold winds blow the flurried snow
Into the night so we must go
But not before our time has come
To touch the earth to feel the sun
Our colours mixed our brush out flung
Our canvas painted with no plan
And yet so beautiful
This life of ordinary man
(Note: I use the term 'Man' here collectively to mean 'mankind' - all genres!)
Egal Bohen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ordinary-man/
