Avenues Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Incessant playing of rhythms, sliding into memories and being
coded incessantly for reasons known only to inner wisdom.

Living in realms of placid dreams, hoping to be enlivened in
new scopes and avenues of life after death has overtaken all
concepts and gone on before me.

Ringing and pealing, sights of yesterday's solemn occasions
of bereavement continue through life.

Soothing and accompanying all expiring thoughts into the
darkness of a tunnel before light shines once again
upon my being.