RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Always Neglecting Interior Lives - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Time is so precious, yet we waste much of it in inane
projects that do nothing to enhance our lives.
Neglecting our interior lives by keeping busy with our
agendas and schedules.
Trying to fill our calendars to make us look important
and fulfilled, yet we don't realize how far away from
it we are in reality.
Reaching out of our egos we live our days forgetting
that we have a need for peace, serenity and self-realiz-
Once we start focusing on these important traits, our
worlds become more complacent, productive and we no longer
need to fill our lives with things to do.
For we will have found our true purposes and become ful-
filled from within instead of without.
A wonderful experience worthy of feeling it's pleasure
and joy the rest of our lives.
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