Timid Sadness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Timid Sadness



Counting moments as they fly past my vision interiorly,
knowing they're also counting down the hours I have
left to live.
A sense of timid sadness touches me because of all
those I'll leave behind, yet I also look forward to
being in my heavenly home.

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