Intrepid Needs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ramshackle egos, falling down on sides of life's roads,
discouraged and forlorn, never smiling any more.
Existing tears coming out, seeping all day and into the
night.
Folding all corners of angles into shadows of beyond.
Growing out of the boundaries of life, qualifying for
extra senses, causing intrepid needs, basically
soaking up all the beautiful energy inside me.
While this series of notes plays, I have to keep playing
the piano in my heart and mind.
Sectioning rhythms under tables of wisdom.