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: