I’ve been singing To the carnival Ever since you can remember Sometimes With the stage fright Of opening night Trembling just beneath The skin Sometimes Like the well worn Paths of a sonnet. Rote, familiar, warm And Lately, As the ballad of sunset Sends the lights to whirring And the music to Jar the night ‘s somnolence Beginnings unfurl in you Like the big top. Death defying feats Of the marvelous Maloneys, Or tigers Passing through the flame And the stadium is seated With row after row of Possibilities, I sing With the belabored breath Of a hospice Knowing this chance could Be my last For all the new And beautiful things That will astound and amaze Have designed the tent For the next town And their tunes Require a different song Than this singer And her worn out notes That grow the bones building the man. So just one last time Let the old girl sing To the head on pillow And blankets all tucked in Around the carnival in you. That was once in me Before I was amazed and astounded By this life and all that awaits