Catatonic Carousel

The Merry-go-round will no longer reel...

The paint on the horses is starting to peel...

Poles of brass are wedged in rust...

The calliope's music is silenced in dust...

The colored glass is shattered...

Faces of joy are battered...

The voice of the wind is sighing...

and somewhere a child is crying...

"The Merry-Go-Round is dying."

May love, magic rings and heart-of-a-child type things prevail...

now and forevermore...

Jennifer Grant