Brevity Of Our Lives Understood Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing on sidelines of the brevity of our lives being
understood, hoping for good things to happen, but they
rarely do.

We're lucky if we get anything at all through the years,
bearing these challenges while gritting our teeth, our
nerves taut with stress.

Moving forward, but not in the way we had originally an-
ticipated, leaving it all behind eventually, going onto
the next challenge with the same tenacity as before, hop-
ing not to be waylaid a second time.