Beaten Avenues Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lost causes being left along highways no more traveled on
in life, unrepaired, broken apart, filled with pot holes
and ruts all throughout them.

And yet, look, there sits Mother Nature planting beautiful
flowers and giving them blossoms to show off to the world
around them.

Set carefully in many cracks and crevices of forgotten
roads in life's deathly modes of living.

Scents and aromas are flowing into the atmosphere, not
worrying about who is there to savor their aromas.

Just being who they are in the depths of life's beaten
avenues of yesterday, no longer valid in today's world.