RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lone Wayfarer - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life unendingly tormenting it's bearer.
Shackled and horsewhipped, a lone wayfarer.
Traveling roads, twists and turns, heading
into violent emotional and stressful storms;
afraid of lasting benefits shaping our characters.
Thorough to a fault, misspending our youthful
ideals, forgetfully lapsing when old, into narrow
tunnels of vision.
Finding when too late, searching that has been
done is incomplete and can never fully aver
anything of value.
Backing down slowly, retracing steps of old,
now focusing on eternity.
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