Normalcy

What is it, that we define as normal;
and what makes normal a test;
if it’s not etched in stone; it’s informal;
separated, from all of the rest.

What appears normal to one;
isn’t normal to another;
since this kingdom has begun;
a sister is abnormal to a brother.

Normality is just a matter of perceptions;
all become strange; time to time;
even normality has many exceptions;
you might call it normal, sublime.

It seems mere normalcy wasn’t static;
abnormality became its slave;
those who were normal; became dramatic;
and normal was cast in a grave.

What is normal, changes; day to day;
it’s more a matter of logistics;
normal can’t keep getting its way;
as life devolves into statistics.

None can be normal, all of the time;
each soul is distinct and unique;
we might just say we’re normal, sublime;
each action; has its own critique.

Today we live in a completely new normal;
our whole reality; turned upside-down;
wisdom dictates, all become informal;
normalcy now; is the life of a clown.

Monty 7/21/24. # 2,231