Life's A Ferris Wheel Going Around & Around Poem by Mark Heathcote

Life's a Ferris wheel going around and around.
High in the sunlight, next low in the smoke
One minute you're up high off the ground.
Then the next you're down, about to choke.
In that noisy, traction engine cloud.

Sometimes people can't abide themselves.
So they blot out everything they have
Sometimes people crumble like sandstone
So have a heart-to-heart with yourself,
And say your piece.
Lay your cards on the table.

Admit you're at the end of your rope.
That way you haven't anything to reproach.
Even if it's, then you too begin to preach.
To others even when you've run dry of hope.
Your bookshelves are crammed full of good ideas.
Of dreams, you daren't buy into anymore.

Your walls are full of portraits, darling, but I swear
I'll never find another like you, for sure.
For sure, you and only you were the cure.
Life's a Ferris wheel, my sugar candy.
Going around & around
High in the sunlight, next low in the smoke
One minute you're up high off the ground, honey.

Then the next you're down, about to choke.
In that noisy, traction engine cloud.
Lay your cards on the table.
Admit you're at the end of your rope.
That way, honey, you haven't anything to reproach.
Even if it's then, I too begin to preach.
To others even when you've run dry of hope.