Little Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slipping along paths in life, trying to stay on the straight
and narrow, having a difficult time of it, because people in
life have you in their lines of sight causing you to topple
and fall along the way.

Being too innocent to realize their evil spirits until it's
too late, creating a world, alone inside, is the only way to
keep from coming within their reach.

Avoiding outspread hands, walking away and keeping on the
straight and narrow, because that is all that can be seen
in the simplicity of this little life of a mere poet.