Living On Tightropes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swinging rhythms telling stories of other people's lives
right here at the Wagon Yard, all of us living on tight-
ropes of this earthly habitat.

Losing ourselves in the throes of death as it decides who
and when certain people must leave this world, wanting a
say in how and when our last moments arrive.

Never given the chance at all, watching loved ones going
through pain and diseases throughout life, not wanting to
see them suffering and/or dying before us. such a haphazard
way of being taken from the life we've always known.