“A fair man's fair poem”

The sun goes down, the lights come up,

Here I stand once more;

The young approve, the old reproach,

Here I stand once more.

For 20 Mays and 20 Junes,

The lights still flicker dull;

The prices change, the game remains,

The lights still flicker dull.

The music and the rides collide,

The laughter fills the night;

The cotton candy still smells so sweet,

The laughter fills the night.

I wonder how my life would be,

Without the fair’s appeal;

Would I have been a better man,

Without the fair’s appeal.

I’ve asked that question times before,

But someone’s here to play;

I’d answer true, and ponder deep,

But someone’s here to play.

But why complain, or even doubt,

We’ve all our roles to play;

Someone has to fill this need,

We’ve all our roles to play.

And when the music stops to play,

I’ll walk the grounds once more;

Perhaps once dead, I’ll find more joy,

But I’ll walk the grounds once more.