I\u2019m not sure
\nif I\u2019ll ever get everything done.
\nIf I have accomplished anything.
\nMy life is a carousel,
\nup and down,
\nround and round,
\nlaughter and shrieking
\nfrom those on the ride.
\nStern faced widows,
\nchildren hanging on.<\/p>\n
Myself,
\nseven ages of man,
\nwondering,
\nwhat have I done?
\nWhen does the ride end?
\nHow did it begin?
\nHow many miles have I gone?
\nWhere am I going?
\nWill my feet be steady getting off?
\nWill someone call my name?
\nWill I have my wits about me?<\/p>\n
In Italy,
\nI rode a carousel with Mary.
\nAn evening heaven put on a stamp.
\nWhere geraniums blushed
\nwith mouths so red,
\ntheir lips never recovered.
\nThere, on that carousel,
\nlife stood still,
\nand people waved,
\nand I waved,
\nand Mary called,
\nhow much fun it was!
\nIs there enough fun
\nto go around?
\nFun for a lifetime,
\nrenewed when we ride the carousel,
\nasking,
\nhow close is anything?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I\u2019m not sure if I\u2019ll ever get everything done. If I have accomplished anything. My life is a carousel, up and down, round and round,…<\/p>\n