Holidays are all the same
Three days off
No one to blame
All day long you sit alone
Waiting by the friggin phone
Families no longer there
Others really just don't care
You wonder where your friends all go
They clearly don't want you in tow
Paraders all march down the street
Later on they'll meet to eat
For you there's really nothing finer
Then sitting at the local diner
Other folks just talk and eat
A counter seat is just your treat
Finished with some lousy sweet
Thankfully there comes the night
Another day just out of sight
Better check the next big date
Just another day to hate
Holidays are all the same
Three days off
No one to blame
All day long you sit alone
Waiting by the friggin phone
Families no longer there
Others really just don't care
You wonder where your friends all go
They clearly don't want you in tow
Paraders all march down the street
Later on they'll meet to eat
For you there's really nothing finer
Then sitting at the local diner
Other folks just talk and eat
A counter seat is just your treat
Finished with some lousy sweet
Thankfully there comes the night
Another day just out of sight
Better check the next big date
Just another day to hate
The young paraders
keep time with the fast band,
I keep time with rhythm
counting strong beats in music
with a mini metronome.
Written on 10/27/ 2012
tickling my soft sensitive skin
sounds like violin
into my soul
can feel it all
glitters and paint full bathed
suffice one's need
can’t spurn the air
adorn and blare
drums and tambourines start to play
they lovely sway
dance in rhythm
highlight the theme
Oct. 25,2012
Note:
The feathers ornamenting the street parade/paraders especially the ones decorated on hats of musicians and others who entertains. So lovely they are in the sight of all spectators!
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