Rain on my Parade

I stand alone, where I stand best

And do the best I can

I try hard, and sometimes succeed

Even though I am one man

Sometimes my strength is of ten men

And my will as strong as mountains

Sometimes these words, they tumble out

And flow forth like a fountain

I’ve done so much, with much to say

And some enjoy these words

To those I give my thanks and greetings

For making me feel less absurd

I would not now be where I am

Without a path that is straight and true

So many things I’ve to tell about

So many things to do

But once in a while, that path is blocked

By those that choose to judge me

Based on their own prejudices

Their words shall not come to budge me

The road to hell is surely paved

With the best of intentions

But judge me not by your own way

And ask me not for attention

My parade marches on, and forward goes

As I keep doing what I do

I appreciate your kind efforts

But please stick to what you do

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[LisetteCanWrite!]

Hi James, you are so right.. many judge and how many take two minutes to examine themselves in the mirror.. I get judged for being skinny and blonde; you are living the life that no one knows is the free-est, and true to your heart and what you do.. keep doing it.. good luck at Rocky Mountain House if that is where your next destination is.. take a moment and read my poem pictures.. it is my feature and while it is simple it is also complex too.. depending on the person who reads it and how they live.. you take care and I will be checking out some of your other work.. you are a fantastic personality and I thank you for introducing me to writerscafe.. strange how things happen.. for once the right time and place... I Thank you ever soooo much!