Life Is Just A Parade
The bands are marching by;
next, in line, a spectacular float;
one, after another, catch my eye;
a couple of hours of life, I devote.
It’s a pleasant way to spend time;
whiling away the afternoon;
it seems a waste; almost a crime;
besides, it’s gone; far too soon.
Before you know it; all has passed;
and, all that remains; an empty street;
nothing that I do, seems long to last;
but, there’ll be another parade, next week.
Life, itself, is much like the parade;
filled with pagentry and sound;
lived without purpose; it’s a charade;
within it, purpose is found.
Like the parade; life has its clowns;
and, music to entertain the crowd;
faces, animated with smiles and frowns;
while the Master laughs out loud.
He gave us this world, and all we need;
our energies; shuttled, from above;
we have everything, to ultimately succeed;
learning to share God’s love.
When our parade finally comes to an end;
and, the world seems empty, once more;
the mark of success, is to be God’s friend;
for that’s how the Master keeps score.
Monty 5/19/22. # 1,121