Life is a carnival of sorts,
To comedy, it resorts,
A journey of its own, is life.
Some peace and a lot of strife.
Is there a purpose to this mess,
At times, amusing I must confess.
Pandemonium continues to ensue,
And, then turmoil begins to brew.
A street party, life is every day,
A cavalcade of joys to sorrows, sleigh.
From sorrows, slowly the joys stem,
And, that is how I remember them.