I walked through the long parade,
There were men, women, cats and dogs,
of every race and age;
I felt the heat and thunder
of a mean stampede.
I thought I saw someone I knew,
I looked around for you.
40-year-old one haha. Just want to run it by.
The world was in my hand and I could paint with many colors,
Careful strokes of pink and white,
Horizons golden rose
And I painted dreams.
The second poem is pure youthful genius. Kudos!
Ron