The Same Thing Over And Over Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The same thing.
Over and over again.
Nothing changes.
The same thing.
Over and over again.
The same thing happens.

"Try a different horse.
One that goes up and down.
Where are you from? "

I am new to this town.
The merry-go-rounds,
Where I use to live...
People around them,
Had smiles.
And not frowns on their faces.

"Oh.
Well 'here' they are called,
Carousels.
And you have a choice to go,
Either up or down."

I know that.
But...
Will that put smiles,
On the faces of the people?

"When the horse goes 'up',
You'll have a choice...
Not to notice them at all.
That's what I do.
And remarkable as that is...
Your view and outlook,
Will also change too! "

-Hmmm.
That's easy enough.
Thanks for that suggestion.
But...
What about the brass ring?
That's what I have been trying to get.
Yet...
Over and over again,
The people watching...
Seem to become more and more disappointed.-

"Get use to that.
I have lived here most of my life.
To know whatever is done,
Will never please these people.
Whether you're up or down.
Or just walking around amongst them.
They will find something wrong,
To gossip and talk about.
Done to do,
The same thing.
Over and over again nonstop! "

-So...
What do you suggest I do? -

"Well...
This is my day off.
And I normally operate this carousel.
But today?
I just wanted to go up and down.
With my eyes closed.
Hey...
Forgive me for being inconsiderate.
That's another option you might try.
It does wonders for keeping optimistic."