RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Appetites for fame and power fill our corrupt politicians
far too often while they fail to represent us at all, just
filling their own agendas with lies and illusions.
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All things that seemed so important yesterday, don't have
the same value they used to when younger, wanting to work
all hours to make money to buy things wanted or desired.
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Slowly fading on the horizon, footprints being washed away
by tides of tomorrow, fluctuating daily, thoughts coming
and going.
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Going through life, wanting to start a fire, but having
no matches, walking alone, traveling paths overgrown
with the desertion of our youth.
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Walking through a living death, filled with emptiness,
loss and sorrow, attempting to find a way through this
non-existence.
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Touching upon the beauty of life and nature, living daily
moments with those we love and cherish, perplexed at times,
that our minds are filled with puzzles of our directionless
thoughts.
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Gathered together around a dining room table, family young
and old, loving and sharing as I sit here writing about it
in a poem.
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Traversing roads in life, taking time to be together,
other times going off alone, like I'm doing right now
while writing poetry.
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Whispering words, falling around edges of life, looking
into the atmosphere quietly, wondering what will trans-
pire from it all.
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Recognizing life for what it is, a temporary refuge here on
earth where lessons are to be learned and taught by every-
one, children and adults alike.
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