Mere Precious Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking through reflections of life having written books and
watching patterns that are filtered through music, composing
classical music while writing each poem.

Loving to play instruments constantly, especially clarinet,
piano, and violin, having a wonderful life full of excitement
and wonder using innate gifts incessantly, enjoying doing so.

Getting such a kick out of living life totally, never letting
hardships and sacrifices get to this spirit but for just mere
moments, for life is too precious to waste on things you can
do little or nothing about.