A small babe was a-standing
On blades of grass so fresh and green.
Before him stood a carousel--
To ride it was his dream.
He stepped aboard the platform
And mounted his chosen horse;
He flicked the reigns quite gently,
And life began it's course.
He aged then as he rode it,
Changing horses once or twice;But the music kept the same tune--
He knew not by whose device.
He always laughed as poles moved upward,
But cried when they came down;
And, of course, he did get dizzy
From spinning all around.
And when the sky grew gray
And the ground was brownish-yellow,
The music concluded it's haunting tune,
And there appeared a fellow.
"Time to dismount your horse, m'boy,"
He said with a pleasing grin.
"I've come to take you home with me
And let you ride again."
The now-grown boy got off his horse
And examined his carousel--
Once adorned with jewels and splendor,
It crumbled now and fell.
The boy bowed his head in silence,
The old man by his side;
As they walked into the distant moon
To begin another ride...
~ Costance Sense ~
