Echoes Of Past Whispers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to echoes of past whispers filling my mind,
catching the finality of what life is about, taking
me to it's edges, peering over, thinking of what will
happen in the end.

Once life is over there is no more to be said or lived
here on earth, saturated with the pain of living we
never seem to have time to think or research it.

We just exist, trying to be good, honest and taking
care of our families, hoping to bring the best of life
to them before our time is finally done and over.