The music is beginning to slow down <br />and slower still the horses circle round <br />The man who sold the tickets <br />is counting his small change <br />and the music is beginning to slow down <br /> <br />The bumper-cars have all been packed away <br />And slower still the chair-a-plains at bay <br />the happy laughing stragglers <br />arm in arm now walk away <br />And the music is beginning to slow down <br /> <br />The lights are going out across our town <br />And somewhere on a farm a small dog barks <br />The moon climbs slowly upwards <br />rain drifts across the sky <br />And the music is beginning to slow down <br /> <br />The man who sold the tickets hums a tune <br />About a cowboy and a prairie moon <br />He’s not really where he wants to be <br />but knows he never will be free <br />And the music is beginning to slow down<br /><br />Sean Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-music-is-beginning-to-slow-down/
