Seeking Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Our ends are clearly situated in the future, awaiting
entrance of our souls as we progress beyond mortal
lives.

We travel highways, stepping to our own beats and
rhythms, finding ways to cope with the stress of
living and future dying.

Doing everything out of free will - doing it our own
way - seeking our moments silently without doubt,
making friends along the way and holding closely to
family ties.