Carousel Trapped in, I slowly swing into make-believe bliss The wheel then turns higher, wider, so much faster and more intense. Little people with blank faces appear motionless then disappear into little specks of black against the silhouetted fence… When I was young, more people cared, more were concerned. But then some died, some strings were cut – I am gliding through mid-air, empty, travelling on experience and knowledge I’ve reserved. Remember right from wrong, how to stay safe and be kind, honest and fair. Is it spiralling out into devastation? Am I such a fool? How can people, when I am kind and mean no harm, be so cruel? You see, I must keep on reminding myself how grateful I should be How others are so much worse off, ones who had lost a child, a leg, their sanity. I should, like so many times before, take a long good look at myself again, make a list of all the wonderful things I should be thankful for. I must once again be the first to reach out, to instigate, even if my heart be sore. Even when I am allowing myself to be the least, I am aching inside, crying for more. The carousel will stop again! - I should not complain about a single thing. And again I shall hear the sounds of its music - the sweet, sweet song of a lullaby! With trust in my Lord and love in my heart I will carry on living – I will get by. F de Chazal \||///
Posted on: Sun, 21 Jul 2013 09:20:03 +0000
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