RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Precise Moments - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Loneliness of man rests upon human nature through times
of eternity, allowing no bridge for absence.
Talking, touching, eye contact - none of it makes a
difference - except in that precise moment of time when
you are looking for some human contact.
Life takes us by the hand, leading us through pathways
that we must all find our way in.
Nothing but our souls to guide us on daily treks
through our circumferences.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Watching clocks of past times
revolve around present situations.
Allowing us to find pleasure in
moments of splendor.
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