Tell - Tale Time Of Adjustment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding onto sensations and sentiments of a solitary space of
time, moving onto arid deserts of tomorrow, no names being
called or changed into rhythms.

Doors opening and closing in circumferences of what has always
been dreamed of, not attaining the precious insight like the
ones musical rhythms bring into a person's life.

Always walking down lonely, treasured moments as they continue
to flow down aisles of a tell-tale time of adjustment, realign-
ing edges with a positive outlook, letting everything else go
into a heart filled with rhythmic melodies.