Oblivious To Our Flaws
We’re feeling completely swamped, by
waves and waves of smiling faces.
And as the crowd breaks into cheers,
like robots, we mark paces.
With arms extended and knees bent,
facing forward, we barely blink.
And left, right, left right left, our boots
strike the pavement in perfect sync.
Left, left, left right left, drums the beat,
pulling our invisible strings.
And as friendly faces flash by,
we strut as if our feet had wings.
Precision moves, receive a roar
of enthusiastic applause.
And we all feel so empowered,
we’re oblivious to our flaws.
Marching along the town’s main street,
we escort Santa to the mall.
And there's nothing like a parade,
to make you feel you're ten feet tall.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016