Lasting Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Chapters of life open themselves without any prodding whatsoever.
Keeping some doors closed against prying eyes and noses.
Solidifying all exterior motives into one giant escape into circles of antagonistic woe.
Testing people and circumstances every day, trying their meddle in fires of adversity.
Beaming thoughts on questions being asked by others.
Giving estimations of their own, lasting images congregate in denizens of tomorrow.