PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As each float passes by, revelers all

Beseeching you with vigor unbounded,

Do you hear a drum? Do you hear its call

Stepping in time with each pavement pounded?

Your conscience will soon get the best of you,

Your cavalier nature caught on the wind.

As all of the procession passes through,

Before all the crowd has finally thinned

There's a chance you'll see among the faces

One that appears and vanishes quickly.

As all surrounding go through their paces

You may crumble down, ashen and sickly...

There we are in the bed I would have made,

In your mind to the beat of the parade.