Moments Lapsing Into Records Of What Life Needs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stretching hearts in many melodies that haven't been played or heard
in years, yet, they have an incessant wonder wanting to be seen and heard in lyrics that hold the key to one another's hearts.

As they lie in wait, moments continue lapsing into records of what's needed in order to live a decent life, positive and sketchy, leaving trails behind for others to find and follow through the years, their meanings traipsing down long paths of sorrow.