Age - Old Dilemma Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

All of life flows under bridges, spanning years filled with
it's beauty, yet crippled by it's strife.

Sounding trumpets throughout the voice of intuitive silence,
balancing crucial moments in moments of time.

Feeling soothing colors of surrounding environments, pivoting
on toes of delicate sublimity, hidden under the guise of
liberty.

Resounding etudes, chaotically chanted in candlelit darkness,
words spoken which continue to haunt minds of children.

Fancying limitless boundaries that are non-existent does
not necessarily bring forth it's truth.

Quickly stepping, severity of an age-old dilemma continues
it's abusive hierarchy.

Vacant stares fulfilling empty destinies inherent in the
scheme of darkened plans.

Falsely undirected tunes of mirth with no rhyme nor reason,
falling on deafened ears of unhappy treason.

Life no longer lived in circles is caught upon it's edges,
wrapped in tissues.