Merry-Go-Round Alouette
Feel rotations spin;
Can’t see where I’ve been,
Years approach and joy flies by.
When did it begin?
Much to my chagrin,
Goals elusive drift to sky.
Time is no man’s friend.
Final days I spend;
With anxiety I cope.
Begging God to end,
Yet I just suspend,
Hung by threads from fraying rope.
*Written September 4, 2014
*Written September 4, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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