I shall wear diamonds And a wide brimmed straw hat With silver and leather on it and I shall spend my social security On white wine and carrots And sit in the alley of my barn And listen to my horses breathe.

I will sneak out in the middle of a summer's night And ride the sorrel colt Across the moonstruck meadow. If my old bones will allow.

And when people come to call I will smile and nod. As I walk them past the gardens to the barn And show, instead, the beauty growing here In stalls fresh-lined with straw.

I will learn to shovel and sweat and Wear hay in my hair as if it were a jewel. And I will be an embarrassment to all Who look down on me.
Who have not yet found the peace in being free To love a horse as a friend, A friend who waits at midnight hour With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes For the kind of woman I will be.... When I am Old.
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Life is definitely like a Carousel ride; Ups, downs, stops, and starts. A couple of clichés come to mind, when I think of a Carousel ride; going around in circles, chasing your tail, or coming full-circle. It has always been my belief that life is the kind of ride we make it. If your life is like a carousel and the ride gets too rough, just get on a bigger horse. If life tires you too much, and you think you can't continue, sit down on one of the bench rides, and catch your breath. We can see life's carousel ride as a pleasant experience, after all, the ride does have music, or we can see it as just another inconvenience. Like life, the carousel continues to go around. And, like the carousel, life goes around in a circle to complete itself and renew once again.