Sailing Tides Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sailing Tides



Deeply breathing in my existence, taking moments to counter all the problems haranguing me within.
Several motions send me sailing onto ocean tides, riding the surf like in younger days when I still could balance.
It's just amazing how growing older creates so many problems with agility and leaves us bereft of a quality of life.

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