For life is like a painted horse upon a child's ride.
For when the bad times come, the ride begins its trip;
Round and round and round life goes,
It just don't seem to quit.
But for the painted horse, the ride will finally end.
Slower and slower and slower it’s gone;
A life is at it end!
So cherish every moment that you have to live;
For on that day when the ride stops,
Your journey will come to its end!
--Jackie D., Adult