Dearest Former Self

Dearest, former self I hope this finds you well I’ve learned a thing or two From this weathered, carousel It will not cease to spin And knows of no reverse You can count on ups and downs In this ironic universe Be forewarned, the paint will chip The music will grow tired Read my words aloud Apply knowledge you acquire Seating arrangements are subject to change The ride shuffles when it sees fit Alternating angles, perspective and friends We almost never want, but need it It will make a few stops along the way Some exit and new will board There’s time to mourn and it ends too soon My apologies for being straight forward I thought maybe if I could caution I could suppress the initial shock I can arm you with wisdom and truth But no one can stop the clock