Walking Along A Tightrope Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking Along A Tightrope



Motions of life at a standstill, not able to be tempted
by rhythms that hang their head, walking along a tight-
rope so carefully.

Not exactly being sure-footed, but wanting to see what
will become of them in the future scheme of things, but
only maybe, eventually, some other time in life when
all has been laid to rest at last, not one the wiser.

Friday, August 23, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: lifespan
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