A Whole Lifetime Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Everything in splendid majesty does shine at this early hour of nine.
Taken abreast, a new fallen day - a new account of your life.
Fascinating as it may seem, new minutes have crept your way.
Minutes as yet unheard of in a special kind of way.
Nothing in the world is the same as a minute ago.
Into the past it is pressed upon your memory and left there to stagnate the rest of your life.
At a moments notice will answer every beck and call you make.
Isn't it great? Isn't it nice?
A whole lifetime wrapped in some grey matter - only to be shattered by the insistence of old age as it pushes you on to the end.
The stagnated pool comes to life - your past is all you can remember - the present is too painful - the future - a deathbed to rest.