The Parade

Singing a song alongside Streisand in 1999.

Thinking it’s a new release, everyone’s behind.

It was new in 1969.

Marry for love; use your head.

Spend your money before your dead.

Is Moore, right?

Am I a time traveller?

I thought I was ahead; am I behind?

Did the individual circumstances of my existence destine my choices?

Was there ever free will?

Is my programming too thorough?

A millennial born to old boomers; mature fast and age slow.

Did I marry my spouse because they passed my media trivia?

Was my lack of connection to peers from too much time apart?

Is my Aunt, right?

Am I an old soul?

They thought I was ahead; am I behind?

Did growing up with elders in my home define my understanding of a mortal coil?

Was there ever a suspension of disbelief, knowing all seven stages of mind, body, ability, and health?

Was there never innocence or immortality?

Nothing present, an awareness that there is more behind us than we could ever know; how do we honour; how do we grow?

If The Parade is never ending and began before I could:

Is The Parade either past or still ahead; am I behind?

Am I an observer?

Am I a participant?

Has the Parade past me by?

Can I join?

Who decides?

It's me.

How do I know?

It's time.

I am ahead; I am behind.