Laid To Rest Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Variety fills my mind with energy sublime, following thoughts,
tracing their origins to the end of their paths.

Folding all knowledge within patterns of thought to be brought
out later in life as ideas, then on into realities.

Nothing seems adherent right now, but one day all thoughts
will coalesce and become apparent in reasoning stages of life,
as it progresses through time, becoming everyday realities on
new and expanding horizons.

As we grow old, as we age and become comparisons to each other,
until death conquers all our similarities and we become as when
we were born, all of us the same.

Capabilities, brains and intense intelligence all wrapped up
in one body, laid to rest in death's embrace.