RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Hiding From Death - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
All of life trips on by, past sightless eyes and
Passed down through the ages of long ago, no one
cares to see it through.
Longing for a little break in day, nothing happens
to clear the way.
Forever has stood before all of us, never taunting
- only gently showing us that we must repent.
Telling no one, lest we have to face the day of
our demise, we go sneaking off - our lives to enjoy.
Not really knowing to face death is to be alive, we
continue to hide from it.
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