Finding Time In A Carpetbag Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Finding time in a carpetbag left upon the doorstep of yesterday,
having been given up because it had become way too heavy, no
longer needing it's hours, days, weeks and years.

No longer seeing the significance of watching and following
time throughout this human life, instead, letting go, moving
forward without it's burdensome feelings.

Ones always pressuring this body and soul, now free of all the
stress and tension that time presented, now soaring through an
atmosphere free and unhindered, happiness abounding.