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

Life's a Ferris wheel going around & 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 deafening, 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 deafening, 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.