RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Hesitant looks coming from elderly people at times, not quite
sure why, but smiling at them brings a smile in return, their
eyes then light up to match their smiles.
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Tired, exhausted, living in a time of aging memories that have
been tied tightly, cherished and hopeful when thought of, mind
reaching for their essence.
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Staring into the future, still holding onto the past in aging
memories that hold great meaning, feelings being tied to them
even now.
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Washing ashore, many shells tumbling over themselves and each
other, little tokens of life that often are saved and cherish-
ed by children throughout the years.
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Looking up at surroundings quickly, seeing people watching as
I'm writing intently, smiling a little, seeming to enjoy
watching what is being done.
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Straining to hear voices of yesterday at times, for they are
no longer being heard today, their voices remain silent, now
etched only in memories of the present.
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Traveling forlornly into acres of loneliness stretching out
before us, nothing in life has stayed with us, therefore we
live solitary lives.
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Searching through piles of thoughts lying around this mind
like leaves on the ground, hoping to be raked into appropri-
ate piles.
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Leaving this world behind, taking hold of a spiritual nature
that will give hope and a sparkle to the faith hidden with-
in each of us.
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Feeling happy and joyful the moment music begins to play, en-
ticing this mind to come out and play with thoughts of innate
intelligence, finding new concepts to draw experiences from.
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