RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 50,204 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Getting Old - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing in the midst of nature's beauty, arms outstretched,
body decaying, getting old.

Waiting forlornly for someone to approach and give a hug,
wishing to be recognized as a living entity, to be held and
cuddled like a small child.

There is no wrong to be found within an aging heart, only
good wanting to be touched and shared.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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