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: