RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Maturity Growing - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life, once so full - so fragrant - now lies dying
Caring no more for things sought in life to keep busy,
now it rocks gently in the cradle of death.
There are no more tears left to cry - to shower life with
sweet sadness can be no more.
Having taken commitment seriously - living life to the
fullest - sharing with many people,
the petals of each phase of maturity have fallen and
been placed in the book of life, now ended.
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