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THE SAD PARADE
People playing parts,
Grand elaborate masks,
To hide the truth in their Hearts.
Sorrow seeps in fast
As I sit and watch
The sad parade march past.
Nothing left to say,
Great minds have had their day
Oh, how I wait for true insight to come out and play.
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Good rhyme (written as tercets/triplets), rhythm and meter. Written with a sophisticated melancholic twinge intertwined in the psersonification of sorrow and of a coming of age.
