My own parade

I’m ready for to fade

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Walking, mostly in clockwork close meter Warmer ghosts from my former features All the roles. All the resume’ Falling in line. Just the crew to rescue me Faded as sad old soldiers. Vain fantasies say old glories Again, always. They had heaved it all in a chest Again, always, they had heaved it in their chest & Took it to heart I’ll call it for you, my own VFW Hall.I have my own tall tales to tell We’ll share lies, and libations. I’ll wear my mightier pen. I’ll share sham wisdom, wide-open, at my zenith But first, false memories, in verse & what’s worst, I’ll con and confide wide-open

“Every hero becomes a bore, at last.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I’m ready to go anywhere/ I’m ready for to fade/ into my own parade” Bob Dylan, from “Mr. Tambourine Man”