Somewhere along the line
she seems to have slipped
...from her carousel of life
And inadvertently stepped
...onto somebody else’s.
Now that she has fallen from there,
and carousels whirl all about her
she can no longer identify her own,
...in order to climb back on.
Ron
Many of us lose our identity and try to find our way back. Excellent poetry.
Love and blessings,
Linda
Sandie :o)
budd