TO MY SON GROWING UP

there once was a special carousel
whos music and motion cast us under its spell
with such lifelike creatures and wonderful beasts
we looked up in awe and untarnished belief

they were more than just crafted they were better than good
made of hand carved oak but with souls that werent wood
all covered in colors from every hue
they sparkled and shined as all magic things do

there were herds of wild horses with long flowing manes
with lions and zebras from the african plains
there were gray winged gargoyles that were frozen in time
and sad eyed unicorns, the last of their kind

to the sweet singing music with its dizzing pace
we would circle a world with no time and no space
where there weren’t any rulers and there weren’t any guides
where the rush of the motion made us giddy inside

we would raise up our hands and dangle our feet
leaning into the turn as we slid on our seats
through the rising and falling and the thrill of it all
our companions were with us and would not let us fall

but as always happens young children must grow
they soon learn the things that their guardians know
then sons become fathers and fathers grow old
as the music goes silent in a world gone cold

take your time to reach manhood, don’t rush to get there
knowing only of pleasures but nothing of cares
you can never go back to the world that you knew
once you are gone the child goes too

while you still see your life as a childs carousel
take the time to go ride it and ride it well
climb up on your steed and let it run free

these words are my gift....
to you....
from me
RMC
aka codingrmc@aol.com