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Robert Lindner
Like Kath, I missed our June Lunch because of family. My granddaughter was graduating from High School. And I was thinking just because it's June, June June of Carousel. So I wrote something.
Going Around On The Carousel
The earth is round, and it goes round and round.
And I go with it, my feet on the ground.
When it’s gone all the way round, I have found,
I’m in for a penny, in for a pound.
I’m still in the game that I have to play,
As day becomes night and night becomes day,
As earth goes round in its usual way.
So shall I bet more, or shall I just stay?
I can’t change the game. It’s the only one.
The game’s called existence and it can be fun
Or sad. You can win or you can get none.
It spins, the dice roll, and your luck may run
Or run out. But the game will continue,
With some other players, if not with you.
I’ll pay my cards, hope my wishes come true.
I may as well play. What else can I do?
Life’s a line that goes beginning to when
The last of the ink’s run out of the pen.
Life’s not a circle that comes round, but then,
I’m still in the game and playing again.
Around and around in earth’s axis spin,
I’m lucky, I’m there, takes luck to begin
The game of existence, though you can’t win.
So I’ll enjoy it as long as I’m in.
Around and around on the carousel.
Am I going anywhere? I can’t tell.
Sometimes I’ve fallen, but each time I fell,
I got up, so as long as I stay well,
I’ll keep going round, enjoying the ride.
Sitting on the dock and watching the tide
Roll in or out as the seas slip and slide
While the planet is turning from one side
To the other, pulling with gravity,
As I pull the covers over with me,
As I roll in the bed, shifting my sleepy
Head around to the place it wants to be.
So I can escape reality in
My dreams, a place, where the earth does not spin
Around and around and it can’t begin
Till I wake up and let the sunshine in.
Let the sunshine in, it’s a song that goes,
After the dawning, as everyone knows
In the beginning and after the close
Of day, as the earth spins, as the wind blows,
And I sail over the waves of life’s seas
Through heat of the day just to find a breeze.
And by the skin of my teeth, I’ll just squeeze,
Past the horsemen of war, famine, disease,
As the world goes round me till the pale horse
Comes, as life follows its line, takes its course.
And the earth goes round its star, its heat source,
And all are captured by gravity’s force.
That comes from all matter, me and earth’s star,
As game of existence, where we all are,
Keeps going on, in its way, singular.
And going on with me in it, so far.
Going on all around me, as I try
To play the game, though I still must ask why
Am I here? What’s it all mean? Who am I?
It’s sunny and warm today and the sky
Is blue. Asking questions seems the wrong thing
To do. I’ll take my chances, grab the ring
On the carousel, the music’s playing.
I will play too. As long as I’m staying,
I’m in for a penny, in for a pound
On the Carousel as it goes around.
Listening to the calliope’s sound
On a fine horse with my feet off the ground.
You're a queer one Julie Jordan
In July
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