All Aboard the Carrousel

Twisted it might be Yet lovely is what most describe It might be imagined as a carrousel For some of its scenes are continual Beads embed it together Holding it strong and light as a feather It's not heavy nor concrete But, we feel every tone it beats Many adore it for what they have And many adore it because of the people they would never halve Sometimes, a breeze might change its direction To moments of affection It is not an enemy to any of us It's a symbol we all share and trust It is a cycle everyone designs in a unique way It is LIFE each pass through and never slay.... For it is not judged by the way everyday passes Nor by how long each lives.... But, by the moments spent with every person By the treasure each engulfs when found.... For.... "It is not length of life, but depth of life" -Ralph Waldo Emerson