Life Is Soulfully Temporary Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rasping against this heart, a silent sadness is penetrating
and grabbing hold of my soul right now.

Reminding it that life is soulfully temporary and now must
contemplate it's demise in a future, bringing itself to mind
within this very moment.

Not letting go without knowing of it's sentimental journey,
that I must begin taking now, in readiness of a time that
will soon be ending in a lifetime of beginnings.