The CarouselA Poem by emipoemiIt may seem lively, swift, ideal, It may seem languid, dull, surreal. It all depends on how we feel Upon the carousel. We rise to only come back down, At times we laugh, at times we frown Amidst the green, red, white, and brown, Upon the carousel. To try for more velocity, We kick our mounts, but find that we Have not so much authority Upon the carousel. The music plays its lilting tune, As though our driving force and boon Beneath the sun, beneath the moon, Upon the carousel. Still up and down, still going strong, Preserving right and shunning wrong, We learn that nothing lasts too long Upon the carousel. Should there be breakdowns, brave the trial! Should love be found, stay true and smile! Whate’er we do must be worthwhile Upon the carousel. The music fades, and warns ’tis done, Our mounts grow weary from the run, We give them thanks for all the fun Upon the carousel. However, being satisfied, We shortly find ourselves astride Another mount, once more to ride Upon the carousel. -EDP © 2018 emipoemiReviews
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