I saw an old horse jockey
riding a carousel
and I asked him,
“Is it as it was?”
***
The old jockey just smiled
a jockey smile, and said,
“This is as far as I ever got.”
***
At his words,
the carousel
began its slow finish.
***
And the old jockey
leaned back on his horse
and said,
“Whoa.”
.
.
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Very nice indeed, Geo. Possibly my favourite.
Thanks, Bruce. Your words made my day.
One jockey makes not a race. A horse in need of water, must be lead . Together they can find companionship in a lonely world.
Ditto. Thanks, Bob.
:D :D :D
Thanks, mm!
That Jockey is no jokey. I best keep moving. 😅
Hah! Thanks, Janny!
This old horse jockey must have had such a stringent training program that he never progressed to real horses. :)
The training must begin somewhere! Thanks, Nancy
Old horse jockeys have it made compared to underwear jockeys.
They both do a lot of riding. Thanks, Geoff!
More fun, George.
Thanks, John. I really appreciate it.
His life is one big circle.
I think Joni Mitchell once said something close to the same! Thanks, Max
Ah yes! The Circle Game
It’s like deja vu all over again.
Ah, said by both Yogi Berra and, I believe, CSN&Y. Thanks, fw
Sadly, afterwards, they had to take to old jockey out back and put him down. Did I say, “sadly”? Sorry, I meant “naturally.”
Too funny, old boy. Thanks.
The carousel feels like a perfect metaphor for life: we keep moving, but sometimes we are simply circling the same place. And that final “Whoa.” says more than a paragraph could.
Thanks so much, Willie.
Was he wearing Jockey underwear? And if so, was he hung like a horse?
Good heavens, David. This is a family blog! But thanks, old pal. I was wondering where you went.