Sorrow's Tenderness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Alive with knowing tenderness of sorrow, playing a tune of death, tomorrow.
Standing in lengthening shadows of evening, barricading laughter from coming close, forever.
Booking between long times through knowledge, fallen from shelves of ageless neglect.
Begotten totally from future pasts, titled into books bound by human tears.
Forever yearning for riches of kings, being content with little or nothing instead.
Reading words into minds which never think beyond what lies ahead in the next few hours.
Solidly ticking away all of nature's lawful hopes, running into forests of tangled webs, stranded always - forever sad.