Playground

This poem makes an analogy of being on a playground to living your life.

Playground

Inside out
Upside down,
Roundabout
Frown becomes smile.

Whirling around
I fall down,
Now my smile
Becomes a frown.

Hopping to the left
Jumping to the right,
Bending to the ground
Enticing my sight.

Twirling in a square
Circling in a line,
So like my life
Which is utterly sublime.

Somersaults on ground
Handstands in the air,
No one ever said,
“Life is fair”.

On the playground
You can choose to be blithe,
As master of your destiny
On the merry-go-round of life.