Do not rain on my parade

unless it’s with feathers,

or glitter

or golden moon powder

You may not like the floats I created

my choice of marching bands

or the tethered balloons

reaching for the endless sky.

Perhaps the spectators are not to your liking

the cheers from old and young alike

may be too loud for your ears.

If you want to rain on my parade

do not come

But if your heart opens

and your mind changes

I will let you in for free.

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via Stifle