Here is getting a poem in *just* under the wire.
There is this cycle, This carnival, This wheel In life - In families - In careers - In home and hearth - And you never *Really* Know where you are, On that Merry-go-round Brilliant and shining, You never know. Not until you -Look Back - And you just go... DAMN That was fun. I remember being HUNGRY DRIVEN. And you try NOT To cry, To wallow In nostalgia. To resent Those that are On the TIP TOP of the Ferris wheel.
And this poet right here: