A See-Saw Carousel

Nose blocked, mouth open to breathe,
could not open my work document,
reading Paul Gallico, a Cockney  char
 aving adventures in Russia, my own
feelings scrambled, life such a success
yesterday, a super evening - yet today
uncomfortable in my skin: why does life
have to be a see-saw carousel, up and
down, all the time?
                                   
Mrs Harris Goes to Moscow – Paul Gallico