What a Ride...Revised
Riding this roller coaster we call life....
Exhilarating highs, plunging to the depths...
Sometimes just coasting along with the wind in out faces....
Our tickets bought and paid for by our ancestors..
Some rides we choose and some are chosen for us....
At the end of the day we have memories...
Of our days...on a roller coaster...........
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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