RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Olden days, when I was just a child, Chubby Checkers
and his twist, now being played for us seniors.

Watching those who can still do it, is quite a sight.
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Detrimental disorganization abounding in the hierarchy,
causing stress and ill-spent time in anger.

Sighting problems, pinpointing clear solutions will
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Selecting the mazes delicately coded
in prose, carefully traveling down them,
finding pathways leading to innermost
depths of being.
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Time marches on through life, dragging us along with the
hands of it's clock in rhythm with our inner heartbeats.

Soothing us in periods of intense grief, bringing laughter
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Another waltz to slow down the beating hearts of
the seniors.

Giving them a much needed rest from all the fast
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Seeing things in black and white, that's the way life
is to me.

It's like trying to do something, either you do it or
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Rustling of leaves touch my soul, causing it to stir
and seek our Lord, in the coming storm.
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Standing at the borderline of living, watching for
signs to begin or end.
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Leaves shaking in the wind, crunching their way through
minds, scurrying memories like leaves being kicked by
passing feet.
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