I don't attend the parade anymore
I have lived the sad story and danced the dance, but alas,
All the work left to be done feels like a chore
I am too young to have witnessed the gore
But the fight I face seems to be at a constant impasse
I don't attend the parade anymore
I used to find social issues impossible to ignore
I would protest and fly flags while standing on the grass
All the work left to be done feels like a chore
Finding work in social services felt like a score
I could learn to be professional and not so crass, perhaps
I don't attend the parade anymore
I advocate and help people in work I adore
But more often than I'd like, I'm sitting on my ass
All the work left to be done feels like a chore
I wanted work in social services to feel like something more
To emanate that feeling I felt when I was in class
All the work left to be done feels like a chore
I don't attend the parade anymore
About the Creator
Jayme Cameron
I'm a youth worker, a crochet artist, and I'm dabbling in writing.
My current musings include horror and poetry, primarily as fiction and reflection.


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