childhood
the petals on the
rusty Merry-Go-Around
whirled in the early wind of spring
started their dazzling ballet
with Her fading music
the laughter of families
couples
friends
once echoed the soft lullaby
of the Merry-Go-Around
for once She listened
to a mother whispering
to the fast asleep child in her arms
"stay grateful, my child,
and be happy"
but in an instant they all vanished without a sound
soon the petals were replaced
by the fallen snowflakes
the Merry-Go-Around fell silent
and fell asleep in the cold embrace of
a winter wonderland
and She never woke up
YOU ARE READING
youth
Poetrywe grab onto our youth but we never can keep it from slipping away from our fingers.
