Carousel Of Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Yesterday was a time spent in youth, never realizing what was going to come as I aged through the years.
Giving up dreams, losing hope, trying to rescue times and rerun them so I could relive them all before dying on a future whim.
Shining from beneath a carousel of moments, holding on to childish whims, knowing they would never last beyond this final day, except upon this page, where I have left myself alone.