Traveling Into Margins Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Melodies dancing up and down measures of time, enjoying
their fine tinsel strength as living keeps testing each
spirit through the years.

Letting goof all the things that are wished to be undone
finally, distributing mind boggling stances while dancing
in a circle throughout the night.

Minds and intellects traveling into the margins of life as
it comes to an ending, finalizing the way it must be lived
in a positive way in order to keep everything wrapped in the
beauty of a life well lived.