The Brass Ring
Faded dreams,
wishes outgrown,
and hope turned to sorrow.
The morning after,
the lights have faded,
the music has stopped,
and alone we are left.
What matters now –
scattered pieces of what
we dreamed might be?
The carousel has
come to a standstill.
The ride is over,
and the dreams
have succumbed to reality.
I have another quarter,
do I try again tomorrow?
Or is the brass ring,
Simply out of reach?
~ Cristina Jill Mosqueda ~
