Life’s Carousel

We mount our steeds every day,
some swift, eager;
some balky, locked in place.

We circle each day midst a blur of faces,
always hoping to grasp the elusive
brass ring,

all the while knowing
that when the calliope stills;
the carousel stops spinning,

we are left to stagger off the ride,
bearing the truth that nothing
is for free.


© 2017 Sharon Anderson