Left By The Wayside Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softly, gently crying, wishing, hoping for clarity of mind-
ending thoughts.

Listening, creating, building, attentively attuned to inner
imagination.

Wordlessly proffering a timid hand, a fearful sequence of
selves amid the scheme of life.

Securing knowledge left by the wayside, hidden in counterfeit
coverlets, covered with lies.

Fruitfully thoughtful, chagrined at the state of affairs
brought to bear against the testimony of gentle reminders.

Wisdom pitted against the destiny of man and his licentious
whimsical behavior.