A verse for the carousel

A Poem by gameoverman

Yeah...... i read "The Catcher in the rye "way too many times. This is the verse ,as a result.

Around,around and around it spun that carousal in that winter fair ;
the air falling softly upon rosy cheeks and shine bright did the sun;

childrens cries of mirth and joy
overshadowed by the tune,
of the music box at that that fair
only to end to soon ;

the air now begins to sting ,
biting these apple cheeks;
Where was that warmth and joy of that cold metal seat ?

As that fairs lights begin to cease and die a sudden death ,
the children of the carousel cry out
with steaming breath ;

determined to start anew and
again ,
I,too old , fish for the last quarter
in my back pocket to find one there
to pay;

The music starts and the winter cold bothers not the children
the bitterness of the ride not open
would any heart rend

Soon my ride comes again in winter as it always would
and my heart warms at that thought
around and around
as it should