Merry-go-round

By: Meghan Ann Lupole


Life is like a merry-go-round,
know what I mean?
It keeps circling no matter what
horse you're riding on.

Some steeds are black,
others are white,
Some like to run,
Some prefer to trot.  

Circles and circles,
Dizzy and getting dizzier,
Hectic, yes, but it's too much fun.
Let's celebrate the horses,
Let's celebrate the carnival creatures.
Dance tonight with a carousel horse.
It's a never ending story,
Unless finally the song ends,
And you have to get off.

Some steeds are brown,
Some are gray,
Some can see, others are blind,
Some can hear, others are deaf.

I feel my heart once the song ends,
And I get in line to feel fine again.
Ride away, listen to the music.
Can't you hear the music?  
Can't you feel it too?

Some steeds can jump,
Others can barely walk,
Some steeds are old,
Others are young.  

Up and down like the crown of an ocean,
Up and down, up and down,
I feel comforted, one more time!

Some steeds are tall,
Others are short,
Some are fighters,
Others are out there dying...
Dying for another night to run.

Life's like a merry-go-round sometimes.
You never know what horse you're going to get someday.