The Carousel

I remember riding the carousel when so very young, the ride slowly going round in circles but a lot of fun, then as a teenager with my first boyfriend, we sat on a different horse time and time again, Then with my husband we both held on tight, the carousel picked up a little more speed to my delight, next thing I knew there I was with my two young sons, my sons having a ball as the carousel took another run, Before I knew it my husband and I were both middle-aged, the carousel going a bit faster like in a passing parade, whereas I will be fighting old age with each new dawn, the ride more likely a blur like the words to an old song, To the carousel of life I have one more request, to slow down a bit until I draw my very last breath… 11-19=16