Process And Experience Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

At times losing our way in the stress and turmoil of the day,
as it scrapes against the grain of our spirits, thinking may-
be we aren't going to make it on our own.

Wishing we were young again, being taken care of, yet we have
a family now that we've grown up and matured, loving, caring
and supporting our children the way our parents did for us.

Having been taught by example, most of us do the right thing,
working, having a work ethic, principles, values and morals,
now teaching our own children what we were taught.

Balancing out the equation of life and maturity we grow older
and eventually make room for the next generation, loving grand-
children, nieces, nephews, parents, brothers and sisters.

Life continues to grow, families expand and we die in the end,
it's called the process and experience of death as we know it
and we all go through it one day.