Life Is Like A Carnival Game Poem by Amanda Rich

</>I hear the rain pounding on the outdoor metal roof
Loud, clinking sounds of the rain reminds me of an outdoor carnival game,
but when you loose that carnival game its similar to loosing your life.
while the wind is blowing
the thunder is roaring.
i didn't know thunder could echo
that thought was put to shame.
when i look at a tree
I'll tell you what i see
Green leafs & brown branches and a trunk.
Sky just turned orange
Now i see future bad luck.
Time to go in and lay in the den
hoping to live until the very end.