A Purposeful Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching as the sun sets on an eastern horizon, waiting
for the moon to come into the sky, smiling down on each
of us as we walk down trails of yesterday's memories.

Tempting and taunting this mind, irrevocably and happily
riding a train, going on an excursion alone into a world
of imaginational realities.

A purposeful life rolling around mountains and through
deserts, arid and serene, breaking away, speeding into
caverns and ravines left behind by nature itself.