memories parade

she kneels to all her senses
shes buried by their shade
i cant afford the trouble
she pulls the other way
im too old for something fancy
she continues with her play
i tame the tired messengers
of sorrow and despair
of memories parade

i can hear beauty call
she moves without a sound
ive borrowed all my blessings
she vanished in the hay
im too clumsy for the dancing
she giggles at my tries
i lost the painted ponies
of sentiment and pride
of memories parade