The combatants are all lined up Nothing we haven’t seen before The pride The glint in the eyes Readiness prevails Just waiting for the call to arms, Whatever that may be There are no rolling drums Just a thing called drive Get in there --- do your best The whole idea is just to survive No one taking notes on how the game is played Milling around as if it were just a parade But for you: you know it’s different You will do it right This thing you’re struggling for This precious gift of life This chance for you to score It must be lived, and rightly, too Otherwise it’s not worthy of the fight Others drop out, one by one They seemed not to have prepared No one takes notice, No one really cared A mother, somewhere May have a broken heart She did all that she could do Wasn’t she, too, just a child? Clues were given, just ignored When our own parade is over We call it just another day Maybe! Maybe! Maybe! Maybe it will, maybe it won’t Tomorrow that is Will it bring us a better float? The weather, too, could be risky Don’t over-prepare Don’t get too frisky The crowd may be different Show appreciation We’ll do what we have to do Forget about salvation Years go by One, two, ten and twenty What once was scarcity Is now the land of plenty You didn’t give up Continued to show Saw others pack it in and leave The way it seems to go All were lined up Now there are just a few Who ever thought the winner might be you? Wisely wondering, yes But costing the best years of your life Now, use well the time that’s left Prepare for the real parade Don’t be afraid Bring on the clowns Stanski February 19, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 