Humans of size small
Devoid of worldly worries
Round and round they go
On horses and ponies.
From a distance, I wonder
What life must be like
When Apple and Blackberry
Are just fruits in the platter.
Smile so serene, heart so pure
Go back in time, to live more
Age is just a number, they say
A sad solace at the end of the day.
Love for the carousel never dies
My feet frozen, time flies.
I walk away then, bright and sane
With a sweet trip down the memory lane.
(In response to the daily prompt : Carousel, this poem is originally posted on Yuvi’s Buzz.)