New Purposes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaves dropping relentlessly, finding new purposes
beneath the trees.

Like humans, dropping slowly by degrees, from life,
constantly realigning themselves to fit their new
descriptions.

Finding balance and purpose they can live with on
their final journeys down earth's shores.

Remembering yesterday, walking along, noticing every-
thing missed during younger days of life.

Now it has all taken on new meanings, a new wisdom
created in the end to finalize ideas of a truly
beautiful life.