Carousel
CAROUSEL
Sights, sounds, smells of the beachfront,
music , lights and shiny mirrors,
painted ponies with golden poles,
beckon me to ride.
I point to the one with the bright blue mane,
two arms steady me on its’ back,
my pony poised to carry me,
wherever it wants to go.
As my steed spins around
and others pace alongside me,
excitement dances in our eyes
while throngs of laughter fill the air.
Revisiting this favorite place,
the music lures me once again,
now brave enough to ride alone,
the two arms wave each time I pass.
The stride seems somewhat slower now,
the music plays now quite as loud,
the destination now my choice,
wherever I choose to go.
My yesterday have all come and gone,
sadly I’ve grown too tall it seems,
my two arms hold him tight to ride,
wherever he dreams to go.
Time is fleeting and today,
the lights are off, the ponies gone,
the organ music plays no more,
it's melody wafting on the breeze.
For the smile it stamped upon my heart,
for the joy it brought into my soul,
this memory I'll treasure throughout my life
the magic of the carousel.
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