Ordinary men //a draft

The days of ecstatic teen blogging
   webpages strewn with pictures of bright-eyed
   model-like
   delicious
   men
   clad
   in torn jeans
   warm hoddies
   and absolute gorgeousness

The types of men
   we wanted to marry
Men who looked like sunshine
   like gods
   exuding
   desire
   want
 
But we end up marrying
   Ordinary men
And some days
   you watch him sleep and wonder
   "How did I get here?"

Ordinary men
   with a taste for chicken and stew
   who drag their feet out of beds
   on cold mornings
   to drive you to work
Who iron your dress
   while you shower
Who listen to you rant
   about what you ranted about
   yesterday
   And nod
   show you that they're following

Ordinary men
   may not look like models
   may not be drenched in gorgeousness
   may not have the nicest things
But they are our men
And heaven knows
   that nice things and bright eyes
   fade
But good men
   ordinary men
Their children tell their tales
And their wives know it to be true