The Carousel Ride

The Carousel ride
by Gene Gregory
The lad stood in line, purchased his ticket, and climbed on the carrousel.
He mounted his steed with high expectation, and waved a fond farewell.
Passing the crowd, he saw the obese lady, and a dwarf who gave him a glance.
A tattooed man, and sad faced clown, was doing a sorrowful dance.

Around he rode, and around and around, and the sites were all the same.
They stared at him through hollow faces, and no one knew his name.
He tired of his journey, for it had not brought the promise it had shown.
Under spinning skies, and through dizzy eyes, he saw the sad clown dance on.

When will I get there,Ħħ the anxious boy wondered, when will I ever arrive?
When will I reach that place of bliss, and be happy just being alive?
He rode through the masses time and again; yet felt that he was alone.
The sun shone warmly, the sky a soft blue, but the sad little clown danced on.

Then like a flash, it came to the lad, It's not just my long journeys end!
It's the ride I am taking, the friends I am making, and a chance to go round again!
It's a marvelous day in every way, as the wind gently touches my hair!
I think I shall sing, and grab the Gold Ring! The clown laughed & leaped in the air!