Reprieve To Aging Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Where are those happy days of yesterday, ones
where life was so good and enticingly young?

Lifting minds into heaven, filled with angels,
giving us a world of imagination and fantasy.

Somehow growing up caused a dying of perspectives
within us.

Luckily, intellect held onto them, placing all of
them onto photographic screens to be remembered.

Tapping into these memories gives a reprieve to
aging, a place where they can be relived over and
over throughout the years that are left to us.