Displayed Within Frames Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bouncing down the stairway of life, enjoying the beats entering
my mind, giving the all time high of valid cooperation as I rise higher into depths of heaven.

Nothing coming close to the incessant tempo, including me with
every measure of melody's being portrayed in masterpieces of
artwork.

Being displayed within frames and hung on walls of hallways that
have all past alluring beauty onto future screens of photographic landscapes, hiding within this mind and walking into the catacombs
of tomorrow's future.