Revolving Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wonderingly amazed at life's turmoil through the years,
as we are born and age so nonchalantly without a thought.
Astonished at every birthday that we have grown a year
older, while at the same time, declaring we aren't going
to have another.
Revolving time dissipates as we attain our goals and
reach for our dreams, yet we are closer to our final
destinations without thinking or realizing it until it
is too late to do anything in regard to our lives.
At the last moment, when we have breathed our last
breaths, our minds let go of all thought and our hearts
cease to love.
We travel beyond our mere existence to a new adventure
beyond our scope of vision on earth.