Final Book Readings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reading books that flash into my mind, expanding
knowledge all the time.

Countless words spoken, always remembered when
writing out lines of poetry, stepping in time with
memories.

Fascinating telemetry scanning through sunset years,
filtering and sorting everything into steel files
for storage until that fateful day when I will be
no more.

All files and poems locked up forever inside of me
as I travel to distant shores, never to be heard
from again, except when someone reads my poems in
books.