Catching Breath Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Catching Breath



Rhythms slowing down to let seniors catch their
breath in moments of slow dancing.

Abbreviated times, taking a leisurely stroll down
pathways of their minds.

Living on edges of a final horizon, watching the
younger ones stepping into our places.

One day soon to take over as we wend our ways onto
a final path towards our sunsets, where death awaits.

Thursday, July 16, 2015
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