Eventual Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Eventual Death
Traveling to a dimension I have never seen, climbing and
enjoying it's scenery.
Living the eventual death of my beginnings with silence
and hiding, careful to avoid the stares of others.
Whiling away pastimes of youth through age-old memories,
yellowed, frayed, bent, but still somewhat intact.
Solemnly leaving the sole reminiscing of life under the
welcome mat of tomorrow's destiny.
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