Mountains Of Age Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Our childhoods approach us even in our aging years,
reminding us of our one-time hopes and dreams that
were never attained.

Our paths left us, criss-crossed with adolescence
and re-entered our lives in maturity, saving us from
mistakes we may have made in youth.

Climbing mountains of age, we progress slowly, only
to realize in our later years that it was with rapid
progression we materialized on our final horizons,
trying to save ourselves from fate.