Figures and faces, they come and go,
A carousel of memories, a vivid show.
Routine and rhythm in this carousel ride,
In circles we journey, side by side.
Upon the carousel, life spins 'round,
A vibrant whirl of colors unbound.
Cycles repeat, a rhythmic embrace,
A dance of time, an eternal chase.
Yet on this spinning, whimsical stage,
Nostalgia blooms, a comforting sage.
Repetition whispers its silent song,
A carousel's melody, where we belong.
Joyful turns and moments of glee,
Carousel of life, a tapestry.
In circles we dance, in cycles we play,
A carousel's magic, day by day.
So let the Carousel turn, let its music play,
As we navigate life's maze, day by day.
For in the overlapping of generations' embrace,
We find meaning in pain, and love's enduring grace.