Turntables Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Endings of everyday meanings drift aimlessly down white
rapid rivers not able to hold onto anything within their grasp.

Fleeting moments continue to expand as they hurry past
us, not able to stop or pause to take a breath.

Turntables of life continue to spin and rotate with or
without our permission on any given day.

Leaving us at liberty's discretion whenever we think
about our future's - past or present.