Merry-Go-Round

Work and play and sleep
Lather, rinse, repeat
Round and round we go,
where it stops we already know

Six feet under –
walls of dirt and a bed of clay
Once we dreamed we were kings,
but it was only for a day

Beauty and favor are fleeting
Time is in on the joke
Yesterday’s hard-won prizes,
today go up in smoke

All love and labor are useless,
the final result is but one
In the end, our bags are empty
The final journey, we travel alone.

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