RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Maturing - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lackdaisiclly stepping to laid-back rhythms, finding
myself at ease, letting my spirit be taken into many
pleasurable memories of yesterday.
Solving mysteries that were tantamount across our
great country, growing older, maturing, now finding
answers to each of their mysteries.
It's amazing how a little maturity adds to years of
adulthood, looking about, wondering how come every-
one hasn't figured it out.
Realizing now, that not everyone has the ability to
take adventures into learning, it has to come from
an innate curiosity.
Tempting ideas of those possibilities, giving extra-
ordinary senses viability while retaining an entirely
open mind and intellect.
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