RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Present Of Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Packages of renewal standing on steps for future use.
Wrapped prettily - ribbons and bows - tied in lace.
Ready to open - be prepared - life doesn't stand still and wait.
We have to reach out and pull it close, unwrap it in our own
time - setting it before us, ready to live.
Don't put it on display, because that is certain death.
Walk on, gathering as you grow, making an entire life-time
presentable, but not for show.
Wear it in at the corners, flatten it here and there,
use it before losing it to death's hideous stare.
Fall, stumble, bruise it - but be sure to use it to the
fullest measure - for then you will find life's greatest
treasure right inside the person you've become.
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