Yesterday's Sun Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running through walks filled with roses, catching their
thorns as I pass by.
Thrilling to life's barrel full of fun, always ahead,
running away so it may stay full for all time.
Forever catching everything as it twirls and falls
before my feet.
Picking up blossoms of fragrant beauty as I progress
through life's corridors, lonely as a single bloom,
fallen upon the desert ground, alone on a pathway
towards yesterday's sun.