Times Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Time is everlasting, waiting on sidelines, and we wantonly pass it by.
Taking no notice of our human clocks, our babyhood races by with only a few pictures to remind us of it.
Becoming a toddler, learning how to live, eat and talk.
Our personalities formed forevermore - mapping out our future, laying the roads to what we will someday be or do.
Finding ourselves floundering through puberty, awkwardly, we shape our values as we stumble into adolescence and find we now have morals - we understand them - but life is so much more - it is here for our enjoyment and fun.
We abandon ourselves to seek whatever we may find, turning it over in our minds once and discarding it forever.
Finally grown and matured, as adults we learn there are no answers to the questions burning in our minds - only memories of other times.
And stepping ever slowly through our times - older - grayer - finally seeing time - no longer on the sidelines, but holding your hands, guiding your steps along the way.
Slowing the steady rhythm of your beating heart, life no longer benefiting from your existence - it is time to part with it.
Time is everlasting, until we die.