Echoes Of Interior Hallways Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking down roads of life, wanting to receive much more
than what we've been given, always being left in moments
of sorrow that we somehow cannot leave behind us.

They're forever etched in loved ones hearts and memories in
echoes of interior hallways, left to us like invisible pic-
ture albums that can never be picked up or gone through.

We can only look through our minds for their reminders, as
life moves on taking us with them into and beyond the black
curtains of death.