Deepening Puddles Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Galloping down dusty trails out west, not knowing
what it is that's wanted, just keep searching for
something to be a part of.

Touching upon moments that age and take our lives
aside, not able to fulfill our destiny's the way
we were meant to.

Waltzing through mires of deepening puddles that
stand in the way of happiness, noticing everything,
no matter how small it is.

Returning time and again, wanting to find stairways
to heaven in the future.