Life Placed In Measures Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whining for life as we search for it's beginnings only
here at it's ending.

All of life placed in measures of time, yet we have
foolishly left it by the wayside, deserting it.

Thinking it of no use to us through the years we've
lived, now seeing that we should have used our purposes
to the fullest, achieving fruition that we so deserved.

Now no longer will it be given to us, for it has passed
from our hands now that we are at our final destination
on earth.