Alone At Times With What We're Now Missing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hearing shouts of sorrow, suffering and loss as family members and friends have died and left us sad and bereaved.

Being alone at times thinking about what we're now missing, pondering the many experiences, situations and circumstances we have already lived through and survived.

Knowing only that our lives have yet to face more of what we've already been through, just with different people and in different places and situations than we were before.

One fact remains to taunt and tease our hearts, minds, intellects and feelings, being held in suspense when we think of it.

Not knowing when or where we'll be taken from life by death, never existing again like we have during our lifetime,
just settling back, no way to counter death's insistence at all.