Wrinkles Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waltzing, stepping to rhythms as they appear in the middle of a song, leaving behind the peace of another time.

Wrinkles of life sometimes cannot be ironed out for it seems that an ineptitude is casting its spell onto the world.

Never realizing why, just ignoring all signs of being unfulfilled, not really aware of what they intend to do with their lives.

Dreams already spent, nothing left of them or their promises, walking away, never looking back, needs not being met.

Feeling twilight tangling with words of what cannot be done anymore, all has been left to no one now.