Life Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Streets following patterns, at times lighted so we can see
where we are heading.

Other times in rural areas there are none and we hope for
moonbeams to show us the way through darkness.

Life is like that, we find a light beckoning us to do the
good and right moral things in our lives.

Yet, darkness covers up those morally correct avenues and
evil becomes incorporated into some people's souls.

Therein lies the terrorism that we all face today from
isis and muslims who are still living in the dark ages
where everybody is abusive, cold, cruel and evil.

No forgiveness ever given or received, life is a straight
line just like at the end of our lives when our hearts flat
line on our death beds.