Life's Edge Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taken with a new breath of life, hastening the
departure of time, solitary advancement in life
seems weary.

Like an asp crawling slowly, seeking something
we do not know about.

Life is like that quite often, it slithers slowly
through time seeking what? No one seems to know.

Variety, amusement, leisure are just a few ways
all of us search for meaning in everyday routines.

It does not appear to matter where we look for
answers, because life is always lived on the edge
as a beacon to what? We do not know.

Questioning all our days brings us no closer, we
seldom allocate any truths from our conversations.

We live our lives in question, putting the period
down on our final moment, the day called death.