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
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