The World Keeps Spinning Round

The World Keeps Spinning Round …

Clouds are clouds,

they drift through the sky,

some are silver-lined,

they’re there to delight,

to please the eye,

in different shapes and sizes,

but clouds remain clouds.

The world keeps spinning round,

fairy tales are fairy tales,

they delight children

and amuse the adults,

but fairy tales never become real,

they’re simply fantasy,

but we can still try,

to live happily ever after –

‘cause the world keeps on turning.

Seasons bring changes,

they come and they go,

there is no rhyme or reason,

to the changes they bring,

seasons will forever do so –

as long as the world keeps spinning.

Ferris wheels are Ferris wheels,

they go round and round,

they’ll never take us anywhere,

but will give us a bird’s eye view,

of everything far and wide –

as the world keeps going round and round.

Carousels are carousels,

with colorful wooden horses,

the horses will never come to life,

but we can take a fun-time ride

and perhaps one day –

catch the golden ring.

As the world continues spinning,

we are who we are,

each one of us individually,

having a purpose and goal in life.

All of us with different thoughts,

living in this world,

that keeps going round and round –

while always new adventures are found.

Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

6 thoughts on “The World Keeps Spinning Round

  • October 27, 2019 at 10:15 AM
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    Some of my fondest memories as a child were at an amusement park in Denver Colorado called Lakeside. It was here I would ride the carousal and try and watch the clouds move in tune with the music…

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    • October 27, 2019 at 4:35 PM
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      I was also a carousel rider and loved going up and down on the horses…

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  • October 30, 2019 at 11:13 AM
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    Me, too! I loved to ride the carousel in Santa Cruz, California and watch the ocean. Lovely poem, Rasma.

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    • October 30, 2019 at 11:38 AM
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      Thank you, Phyllis, I would even take a carousel ride today if I could find a carousel,

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  • November 2, 2019 at 12:45 PM
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    The world seems to spin so fast. Thank you for your poetry Rasma always a joy to read. Jamie

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