Waiting Promises Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting Promises



Watching dry, brown leaves lying upon concrete,
not moving or stirring at all, dead upon the
ground, when just yesterday they were living
and breathing on their own.

Just like we humans when we find the end of our
lives, waiting promises in future horizons,
taking us calmly a little at a time to ease the
strain of living until our ends.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yu-ying Lee 30 June 2014

A very thoughtful poem. I like how you compared leaves with human life.

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