The Parade Passed Him By


Poem number  twenty NaPoWriMo


If he tried to catch that golden ring,

the carousel broke down,

if he tried so very hard,

his try was never enough.

So he lived on the edge,

just to make his time,

here on earth,

party time,

but still it always seemed –

the parade passed him by.

When the rains came,

he waited forever for rainbows,

that seemed washed of color.

Days drifted one into the other,

morning coffee always cold,

there was never anyone to hold.

Even the cash ran out,

of the ATM,

when he put his card in.

City life,

city strife,

the usual grind,

waiting for the night.

Day in and day out,

he drove like in the Indy 500,

ran like in the Olympics,

but never drove far enough,

running always fell behind.

One day he knew,

life would catch up to him,

but until then,

his fast pace,

kept the tears from falling,

kept loneliness at bay.

If there was one thing he knew for sure,

it was a safe bet indeed,

if one of these days,

he kept looking for love in all the wrong places,

if one more parade passed him by –

he’d be kissing angels instead.


About RasmaSandra

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to The Parade Passed Him By

  1. Such a sad man.
    And such a stunning photo.

    • Rasma R says:

      Unfortunately I hear more and more about such lost people who want to party on and forget this world. That photo is a part the city canal that runs through Riga, Latvia.

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