Quiet Days Of Aging Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lolling about in pastures of beauty, nature surrounding our
lonely beings, giving us peace in quiet days of aging.

Preparing for our sunsetical shores, watching to make sure
we've done things right all these years of our life.

Knowing that our passing will leave many tears flowing from
eyes of loved ones, especially children, grandchildren,
nieces, nephews and cousins.

Such a peaceful feeling covering minds, hearts and souls,
yet a sadness stills our joy when thinking of the ending
of our lives and those we leave behind.