Lifeless, No Substance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Special meanings being handed down through the years from
photograpic memories, their brilliant and wonderful images
bringing to mind all those who've been loved and died.

Missing them terribly, wishing they were still here, want-
ing to go and do everything just like we used to do together,
alas, is isn't meant to be.

Memories cannot be relived no matter how much we try, life-
less, no substance any longer, only lying in our mind until
being awakened in memories at times.

That's the way life is lived and learned, aging and passing
away onto the next horizon without ever coming to fruition
on earth again after our death.