Resigning Ourselves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Nothing in life is free, even the air we breathe we
must pay the price of living in this world.

Tucking our essence into pockets of knowledge, we
step into realms of intellect without a thought.

Everything is changed in a flick of a moment, nothing
is permanent, we live in a temporary world only.

Regretting the loss of it even though we suffer, having
many difficult times here.

Loss touches us all, joy and happiness only come off
and on, infiltrated with the strife of living on earth.

Yet, here we are, always moving towards the end of life,
hoping to be given more time, even at the ending of it.

Time has a way of passing, leaving us in a quandary, not
knowing what to do, resigning ourselves to the facts of
our temporary placement on earth after all.