Carousel – (Poem)
Carousel
The old man bought a ticket
At the gate to the carousel
In his hands he held a picture
Of a face he knew so well
He walked to the great black stallion
With a white mare for its twin
He placed her picture on the saddle
So she could ride with him
As the carousel moved to the rhythm of time
He felt a melding of souls stir within
Years of the sweetest moments of love
Stirred passion and memories in him
He thought he heard her whisper his name
As the winds of change moved upon his face
It was time to leave the carousel behind
And live together in their heavenly place . . .
The old man bought a ticket
At the gate to the carousel . . .