Round We Go

I sit upon,
this merry-go-round,
going up
going down
watching my world
turn all around
watching my youth
fade away
growing older everyday
holding on,
growing weak,
gasping for breath
unable to speak

Then the ride
slows on down
Theres no more time
to go around
When it stops
my turn is done
Its time for the youth
TO have their fun