Ancient Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ancient Patterns
Counting seconds of life, taking them all in stride.
Wishing for hope to become present and functioning
in my time.
Wanting to be a part of something grand and wonderful,
feeling a presence of regret, demonstrating it's grief
and sorrow instead.
Forming new and ancient patterns in a moment, forging
destiny in a gregarious way, while holding on to this
day's life force and mediocrity.
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