Awaiting Death's Embrace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Elderly love being found and lost on shaky lines of ending horizons.
Holding hands, recognizing shadows of time are slowly creeping upon
them as another moment flows over their being.
Motion losing strength as aging continues to constrict life-giving
movements when walking along coastlines, awaiting death's embrace.
Inevitably, it will appear and confiscate life without a person
realizing it's happened.
Partners, loved ones, significant others, will unendingly pray and
nothing will happen to allay the inevitable.