Round and round

the Goldfish swims

trapped in a bowl

he swims up to the glass

to look

to see what else is there

in its small unnatural world

with a tiny ceramic castle

its only distraction

it is a pet under glass

someones desire

once upon a time

now barely looked at

or talked to

flakes in the bowl

once a day

are all the attention it gets

it won't last long

all Goldfish die

a sad and lonely death

to be cupped in a cloth

and buried in the back yard

the last link to childhood

and frivolous days

days which came and went

too quickly

the fish and the child's youth

now part of the past.