Brass Ring a poem by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

Brass Ring

A prize you reach for riding on a carousel
Trusted steed carrying you on the wind
Grab the ring and your life will go well
Not knowing then it was only a token

Many times in your life you reach for the ring
The carousel changes but the prize is the same
The victory, glory and happiness it will bring
If only that brass ring can you obtain

But in getting the ring there may be a danger
If of its benefits you do not take advantage
For having doesn't mean perfection forever
It is only meant to give to your life courage

Never stop searching and reaching
Because the struggle itself is joyous
Do not just wait for rewards coming
Your well being is all in your choices

by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit (Janet)