Shadows Of Our Past And Future Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking from afar at life in another perspective of details,
noticing that at the beginning, open and inviting, gathering
our loved ones together, making friends, having fun.

Raising children, going to school, an unending road to the
future or so we think, getting to middle age, things seem to
narrow somewhat.

We're done raising our children, retired from work, some of
our friends and family have died, our life becomes limited
to some extent as things close in on us each new day.

Moving into our senior years, many times widowed, alone, a
broken heart to keep us company, mothers, fathers, brothers
and sisters dying along the way.

Looking at four walls, no where to go, no one to spend time
with like we used to, children and grandchildren busy with
their own lives like we once were.

Shadows of the past flowing through our minds, holding onto
memories of those times, now keeping us company in the deso-
late hours from morning to night and beyond.

Futures holding out the ending of our lives as we move closer
to that one particular moment in life where we think of the
past and then we're gone once and for all.