Credits Of Life Hidden Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lifetime credits hanging in the wind, wanting to be cashed in
on some magnificent miracle or outpouring from heaven.
Being human, we almost never realize we have any credits and
continue struggling through our lives.
Never stopping to smell the flowers or get in touch with the
reality of nature and life, we toil endlessly when we might
have been able to relax.
There's not much on earth worth tiring for.
Yet, blossoms squirting their fragrances into the air, would
be worth stopping and resting for.
All things materialistic aren't exactly what we're searching
or looking towards, we just think they are.