The Long Parade

The genre makes no sense to me so I'm going to label everything poetry. Don't see how it can matter anyway.

Yes the road goes on forever

though at times in retrograde

do not flee to the sidewalks

just stay in the long parade.

Hands to reach

Feet to move

Head to guide

Heart for song

It helps if you look to the horizon

at the peace beyond the breach

since only hopeful eyes can see

the place you are meant to be.

Days to count

Words to speak 

Paths to cross

Bridges to burn

Reviews

[Soren]

We are all caught up in it and it goes on and on. Marching to the beat of another drummer some of us out of step yet still marching the same direction. Very nice Carl

[Betty Hermelee]

The parade of life... follow those who can see the horizon and find the right paths....if you do not...you may be left behind and lost....I like your words of advice...it make complete sense. ..." only hopeful eyes can see"....
Warmly, B

[carl]

thank you so much, Betty< you captured my meaning cleanly and clearly - much appreciate the read and review, - be well - carl

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re very welcome Carl . My pleasure
Warmly, B🌷

[Lorry]

How many of those sidewalks have distracted us throughout life I couldn't guess. Could it be a plan by managers to lure us into new regions we need more maps for, or are we just so distracted by the right now that we take our eyes off the prize for instant gratification?

[carl]

thanks for your time to read and review - for me at least those sidewalks are something easier and away the coarse set before me. My wife has to repeatedly tell me, " don't dilly-dally" as for the most part I lean toward more visual perception than other means, at least that's my excuse. take care and be well - carl

[John the Baptist]

Great advice here. Yes, by all means stay in the parade. And keep your eyes on the horizon. Those who give up will be left behind.

[carl]

Thanks for the read and review, - carl

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This captures some of the daily confusion that besets us all, the rush to work, the rush home, the hustle and bustle that is our existence. But HOPE...hope is there too as long as we have words to speak and a heart for song. I enjoyed this.

[carl]

thanks for the review - my thoughts came b/c of a friend in need and my fear for choices that might be made.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Most of which is pretty straightforward in life yet as for bridges we pause and ask which to burn and which to keep. And that case seems mostly clearcut but there are times when a bridge would have some future function and benefit. Just a random thought as this poem unfolded in the reading. Much enjoyed! Thanks for sharing.

[carl]

thanks for the review and I agree with the insight concerning bridges, there are some I should have left standing not for a retreat but just for a visit. -carl