Years Whisper Past Us Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

People up in years of age settling into a comfortable circle
of friends, enjoying their company, filling life with an in-
tense energy that would not be traded for anything.

Spilling sweet juices of love and creativity into an interior
circumference of fidelity as the years whisper past us, not
wanting to interrupt the fun as it keeps hearts young.

Filled with love that will eventually disappear behind the
black curtains of death, having fun enjoying out times to-
gether while we can.