The Different Sense of Commonsense

Commonsense was born in a cave in the mind of a man who wanted to survive.
He shared it with his family and it was their Commonsense.
How to stay warm in the cold,
when it was raining constantly outside.
Pop! Fire!  
 
Go out with the fur of bear on your body.
Commonsense.
 
Commonsense loved the family that was its own,
and it was their little baby Jesus that blessed their survival
with a joyful crackle of the throat and reaching up with pudgy fingers.
 
The most important thing in the little society was not the lives of the people, but the life of the Commonsense they brought into this world.
If you have lost your Commonsense, you are a dead community.
You are drowned like the trees,
the rain slicing when water was supposed to make things grow.
 
Commonsense.
Commonsense.
Born in a tent in a dessert.
Wear garments to not be burned by the sun.  
Early mornings search for water.
Wear thin garments to not overheat.
 
Commonsense, what a healthy baby,
milked with the scarce drops of tit from a mother whose own thirst does not compete with that of her baby's.
With little Commonsense tied to her bosom as her lucky charm of a girl
while she's determined to find where she might start a water well.
 
When desert night. Pop! Fire! Commonsense smiles.
 
Now I love you Commonsense, but with the more survivors I meet, I'm starting to think you're not all that common, but then you're not all that different either.