Thomas Heard Poetry (Carnival)

Carnival

I sit astride electric steed,
Lost in carousel whirling.
Rides and dust, playing, frenzied
The sun so bright and blinding.
Now I walk these well worn lanes
Where once I ran in younger days
Of joyous song, nothing remains,
Desp’rate carnies and rides decayed.
But comes a child, face full and bright
Laughter riding with them
Smiling, I turn back to my night
Unwilling to my past condemn.
In nights of trouble, strife and grief
Savor joy, like youth, too brief.

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