Perfect World Created Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking along sandy shores alone and forgotten, thinking
of times when life was full to the brim, younger and fill-
ed with dreams, needing them to be fulfilled.

A never-ending voyage being perpetrated independently by
self, satisfied with things the way they were, never know-
ing anything better.

Plodding along, doing what I chose, no one ever interfering
in my plans, such a total and perfect world I'd created from
within, never wanting it to end.