A Poem: Our Parade

Take life in slow motion, if you can; there is a lot to learn about ourselves.

Sometimes the Human Race is just walking.
Sometimes the Human Race is just walking. | Source

Airports, parks, sidewalks, restaurants, concerts, seminars, sports events, religious venues; all places where we can observe ourselves in others...

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All of us, all of us have a story.

Each of us shares a story.

We watch, imagining spectators of ourselves on parade.

All the emotions, all the reflections of ourselves.

Was I? Will I be? I am. You are.

Our basic worth and goodness clearly shown---we cry.

Joy for the truth that some can? Disappointment that we don't more often?

Our basic clumsiness and childishness clearly shown---we laugh,

While, unthinking, we leave unsaid the things that could have polished pride and made it shine---on others.

When, wrapped in ourselves, we ignore our open eyes and

See nothing of the parade, of ourselves, in others; as if tired of gazing in the mirror,

We create the heat and anger, or worse, the unconcern, and look for our own imagined image,

More pleasing, more defeated than before.

Where? Why? Who?

I am, if not admitted, now you.


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Perspycacious 4 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond Author

Where do you most enjoy "people watching"? Do you look first for similarities to you, or for people's differences? Style and fashion, or faces? I enjoy "parades of people" for the teach me something about myself.

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