Our Life Is A Solitary One Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reminders lying around everywhere that life is really a
solitary one, because we enter and leave it on our own,
no one with us at all.

Being held in a Mother's womb, safe and nurtured, a
wonderful place of birthing, lasting only a short while.

When born, having no expectations beyond being fed, held
cared for and loved.

As we grow and mature, being left to our own devices,
hopefully adapting and learning to stand on our own.

Life is a continuous lesson to be learned in time, and at
our own pace.

Leaving everything in the end to the universe as we dis-
appear along with it entirely, leaving only memories be-
hind in other's minds to remember us by.