If your life was a parade, what banner would you wave?
Would you hold it really high, so all could see as you passed by?
Or would you hide yourself behind, so that no one knew your mind?
Would you lead from the first row or would you follow those you know?
Would you lag behind feeling numb, or would you march to your own drum?
What kind of music would you play? Joyful? Bluesy? A mixed array?
As you passed the people along the way, would you really see them or just look away?
Marching on, towards the end, are you pleased with what awaits, my friend?
By: Lisa
Long walks and dark chocolate 
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