It's a Time Like This
It's a time like this when I take a trip,
a mental one in which I am a child,
riding on a carousel without a care,
feeling the circular air blow in my hair.
The animals on the carousel beg me to ride,
I choose the one which is most colorful,
a horse with a red saddle and a blue body,
gives me a ride which is not shoddy.
Time on the carousel gives me relief
from the inconveniences of life I have lived,
being an adult has its ups and downs,
trying to forget the stife which drowns.
April 2, 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
