come ride with me now
on a carousel that carries
all to a journey far away
and back again,
even old men ride it
and become young lads
high in the saddle,
chasing the winds of time
away from their parchment face,
the music lilts innocent smiles
where once sad visages bent
Grandmas envision poodle skirts
as they whirl
once again a girl
gray hair blonded and flying
like a mane behind them
where all that remained
is alive once more for
a brief ride round the
merry Calliope that hums
the noting of yesteryear's
tiny toddlers clueless
only gape in awe and
marvel at the horses that
turn old into young
and young into giggles
of joy whistling by
in anypark U.S.A.
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