A Poem: My Parade - by Autumn Boyet Stinton (May 25, 2017)

This morning I received a message from a friend about raining (she actually said pooping...but I digress) on my parade.  It made me giggle because I tend to roll with the punches for the most part and blithely ignore party-"pooping." 

So I got to thinking about my patterns and my life outlook on my drive in to work.  As I drove along, I realized that thoughts on this particular topic we colorful, whimsical like a carousel and I was literally waxing poetic in my own head as follows:

   
My Parade – By Autumn Boyet Stinton (May 25, 2017)
 
Every color and every feeling…
Leaves me laughing, dancing, spinning, reeling.

Noise and sound always flowing…
Participants many, shrinking, growing.

As fickle as my every whim…
It is for my life a synonym. 

I make it what I want you see…
Inviting some to join with me. 

The invitation is very clear…
Join with me, Yes, I’m most sincere. 

But know it’s not of your design…
This parade is solely mine. 

Still you’ll find you’re welcome here…
And my intention is very clear. 

I run the show that is my life…
Embracing love, releasing strife.

Rays or drops or wind or flake…
You cannot from me my joy take.

For you see I have a master plan…
My parade will not be bland.

I’ll sing and dance and sometimes cry…
But my well of joy will not run dry. 

So don your flashy garb so bright…
And dance with me into the night.

When the moon goes down and the day begins…
I’ll change it up and do it all again. 

Who knows what the new day will bring…
Another change for my heart to sing.

Come what may so I digress…
Welcome to my parade – It’s a beautiful mess! 


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