Part Of Living Is Dying Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently awaiting thoughts of life and death, thinking of the
one that will soon be entering the openness of this mere poet,
knowing that this is the last sunsetical shore.

Seeming to be prepared for death, having no problem that I can
relate to, yet thinking of my close family, Grandkids, nieces,
nephews, and not being so sure anymore.

Dying will affect them, causing much sorrow and pain, at times
crying, sobbing, this poet not wanting to cause them any heart-
ache or pain.

Knowing though that it cannot be avoided for that is a part
of living a human life, succumbing in the end to its grasp, tak-
ing each of us beyond the black curtains of death.