My Carousel

Each day of my life,
Like a carousel turns.
There are chances to take,
And lessons to learn.

Caught up in problems,
That each day would bring;
Chances slip by,
To catch the brass ring.

Whenever I felt my
Ride slowing down,
Your gentle hand
Would push me around.

Picking me up
Each time that I fell;
You rode beside me,
On my carousel.

~by Peggy Whiting