Maturing Is Hazardous Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Maturing has a hazardous effect on life, causing it
to fly high and drop, any day becomes a risk as each
attempts to fit in daily.

So many tasks and choices, which ones to tackle
first?

Making wrong turns at times, then veering back to
straighten things out, life twists and turns with
every move we make.

Trying to turn around, we step deeper into the mire
and mud called life.

One day maybe hope will jump up and come alive to
bring about a change, so interiorly we may grow and
mature beyond our age.