Souls In A Place Of Remuneration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Love sometimes makes the world go round, but when too young
to know exactly what it is, being hurt by it for actions and
words never add up to anything permanent.

Letting go of someone, falling into the densest ravines and
canyons, taking peace and quiet, souls staying in places of
remuneration.

A treating of the best thing in life takes one too far away
from real feelings of love gnawing away inside of a person
hoping for something more worthwhile tomorrow.