Life At Our Beck And Call Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Songs of a love that used to be sung to one another, their lives
lived in a moment that never seems to last any longer than what
we can remember today.

Guitars being strokened with desire and passion, never letting
go of what we've had through the years, always seeing the wonder
of what we've had and lost.

Moving along we stay together, not wanting to part, not even
after death has brought us into and out of spiritual realms
that we've traveled and moved through.

Not leaving behind times of our lives, toasting each day with
renewed hope, not caring at all about anything except having
life at our beck and call.