RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Turning Around - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Traipsing this earth, always looking for a place to rest
our simple minds for a while, getting away from stress
and turmoil in everyday life.
Starving for love or recognition, never seeming to find
any as we wend our ways down steep spiral staircases.
Turning around at times to see what we have already gone
through, thinking about what we could have done instead,
to make our lives a little bit better for wear.
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