Searching my archive....
I found this:
When I was young I remember standing, holding a ticket. I had paid a dime for this piece of paper...and a chance. The man at the gate took my ticket, and I ran. I ran to choose my steed, a solid beast with bright eyes and flowing mane. Grasping polished metal I rose to the saddle. I sat surrounded by leather, waiting. Soon my courser would round his way toward the prize. With a jolt we started - high and low we followed the chosen path. Ahead, I see the prize. Holding tight I reach...and miss. Rounding on it again and again I lean into my reins...to no avail.
I never have caught a brass ring...someday.
Someday I will hold the bronze rings.
When I was young I remember standing, holding a ticket. I had paid a dime for this piece of paper...and a chance. The man at the gate took my ticket, and I ran. I ran to choose my steed, a solid beast with bright eyes and flowing mane. Grasping polished metal I rose to the saddle. I sat surrounded by leather, waiting. Soon my courser would round his way toward the prize. With a jolt we started - high and low we followed the chosen path. Ahead, I see the prize. Holding tight I reach...and miss. Rounding on it again and again I lean into my reins...to no avail.
I never have caught a brass ring...someday.
Someday I will hold the bronze rings.