Living, Passing Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living, Passing Time



Realizing the life being lived is almost near it's end,
it has been a long one, yet now it has become short.

Living, passing time and not even realizing it, so many
things happen throughout life that it is amazing we have
lived through so much.

Thinking about it brings joy and tears of sorrow, both
to the forefront of your mind.

Difficulties have been plentiful and happiness has been
a lot, but not as much as the sorrow.

Why is that I wonder?

Life is such a crazy state of mind, it is a wonder how we
ever get along with all we go through.

Monday, September 8, 2014
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