Purpose Served Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Purpose Served
Death staring into these eyes, inviting cordially to enter it's
denizens, but continually turning away for something keeps tell-
ing me that it's not yet time.
Letting me know when to let go and follow to the other side is
God, there will be no fear or doubt, it will be known when the
time is right, for this purpose on earth will have been served
at last.
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