Left In Writing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bricks filing steadily down concrete paths, clearly
showing the walkways we need to keep on growing.

Rocks thrown in heaps along the side, spread out
and dirty, tripping up anyone who strays from the
path.

Plants and flowers strewn around to allow nature a
small space in God's encompassing glory.

Life goes on as it will, while quietly sitting off
to one side, reflecting on another level,
contemplating life on other dimensional realities.

Forgone conclusions melting along the way, caught up
in the heat of fantasy, left here in writing.