Winging Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Winging Life



Precious and few are moments of life that we are each given
at the moment of conception, no one seeming to think of life
in that way.

Yet, through a poet's mind it's part of collective thoughts
that need to be written out in many poems throughout life,
thinking of death, dying, faith, love, compassion and others.

Having our own lives to deal with also, nothing being driven
through directions, organized or put in place, we human beings
seem to wing it for the most part, hoping for the best.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017
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