Life's Carousel Poem by Bryan Taplits

Around, around, around we go
At a merry and dizzying pace
Another round in life's chaotic show
None falters or falls-though eventually all lose face.
No one can tell the true winners
Before this ride has even been won,
For while some of the players become sinners
Others will take their place in the sun.
As one's life revolves at this hectic pace
In which one spins ever hitched-and in tow,
No playmate's hand is unclutched at the reins at the head-
No highs, nor yet any lows.
So while no one will be credited or blamed-
Since all the actors chance-whirl in this hotbed.
The posture of each at the end is unbent,
Horizontal-
Each beaming steering and sneering
...but still dead.