Avenues Of Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riddles finding their way into rhythms of country-
western moments of evening, tabulating and taking
avenues of being towards edges of a final sunsetical
horizon.

Beginning to fade in the distance, slowly traveling
to the other side of the world, practicing good will
and kindness towards others.

Hoping to lighten their burdens a little down the
lonely road of sacrifice and hardship, making their
burdens a little lighter.