Fairs and Circuses of Life

Dearest Father,

Please harken to my cries -
I am just a small child, all alone,
Since I lost hold of your hand
So many eons ago.

Ever since then -

I have been searching for you,
Lost and wandering amid the midways
Of the fairgrounds and circuses
Of your less conscious kingdoms.

I have spent many a lifetime
Riding the Roller Coasters of life.
With their exhilarating climbs to the top -
Heart stopping drops,
And many a sharp curve.

I have played on many a Ferris Wheel
With spectacular views at the summits -
Only in the end to circle back
To their starting places once more.

I have tried my luck in the many
Gaming Booths along the midway -
Occasionally winning
A tasteless prize or two,
Only to watch them rust and fall apart
In the hall-ways of time.

I have experienced many a Merry-Go-Round
And saddled many a horse,
As they pranced up and down
In their never ending circle of life -
And never once
Did I ever catch hold of a golden ring.

Now -

The ticket sellers
Have shuttered their booths.
The Roller Coasters
Have made their final circuits.
The Ferris Wheels
Lights have darkened.
The music of the Carrousel
Has ceased to play,
And -
The Game Booth vendors
Have all folded their tents
And faded away.

Dearest Father,

The fair has had its run
And is now closed -
It is time, at last,
For this little child
To rush into your loving arms
And return home.