Parade

Over the course of my life
Emissaries of many tribes
Have passed through my parlor
And each would differently define
Diplomacy, humility, courage and grace

Yet each of them, in their own way
Was the embodiment of these virtues
That is to say, that none were alike
 But at their core, very much the same

Above all things that I have learned
From this nefarious and beautiful parade
Is that the first thing one must find is
A pair of eyes that can see past the differences

And looking through that heavy veil
One comes face to face with the truth
That in each of us beats a heart
Waiting to accept and offer love
And that united as one
We could change everything.

LD - 10/13/12