Glass Ring
time and tide waits no lass.
the carousel's ring
was made of glass.
i cut my fingers
and missed the prize,
no matter,
i could never really
meet your eyes.
what I thought was love
disappeared in a puff of
smoke
it was never a
dream but rather a
cruel joke.
©SamHarty
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