Badge Of Living Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Disorderly arranging life to fit the state of mind preferred,
hurriedly framing the boundaries of daily life, hoping they
will fit.

Temporary makeshift goals, filling empty pages of tomorrow,
hopefully containing fulfillment, uncontained in little see-
thru jars.

Wondering where the paths of life shall take me, seeking a
temporary shelf of time and then moving on.

A badge of living lies upon the floor, everyday life can
fitfully outlive it's meaning.

There are no misconceptions hiding within, so many lives are
lost before they even begin.

Soundly stressing the tendency to give to others, receiving
only the emptiness of self.

Forever knowing that there will never be another face,
another hand, or never being placed in paths of total meaning.

Solace will lie in beds of ignorant meanderings, oblivious
of the future, never dawning.

Quite unperturbed, fallen asleep forever in the pool of death.