Roller Coaster

Roller Coaster highs and lows,
Pigeons sing, black-birds crow,
Every seat feels like front row.
What comes next, no one knows.

Will there be fair skies or gray,
Ecstasy or the fray?

Roller coaster never sleeps or slows,
Valleys plummet, summits grow,
In the day, night, or blackened fright,
Hold on tight.

- Ken Jensen