Books Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Books Of Life



Bound by prisons of people who think they know better than
I, pathways I must travel.

There aren't any shortcuts or roundabout ways to live life,
for I must experience every second of it.

Happy or depressed - joyful or sorrowful - all must be a
part of my existence.

Never leaving any moments behind, my mind subconsciously
absorbs every particle of information and data to be used
one day in poetry or written words.

Passed on to posterity - books of life from one small woman
child of God's.

Tuesday, February 12, 2013
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