This Carousel
Long ago with a furtive grin
someone set the world to spin
and ever after we must all
hold on tightly lest we fall
a merry-go-round of wind and wave
that starts with a cry and ends in a grave
some must suffer and all must die
and each of us asks the proverbial why
are we merely playthings puppets of whim
did we do something to anger him
and when we find answers we hold them up high
trying to ease humanitys sigh
to show them the hand not covered in skin
of a thoughtful creator with a friendly grin.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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