Life Lives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life lives on without us, it wends it's way down paths of
giving and sacrificing.

There are no obstacles large enough to block it, for life
can climb and surmount anything.

We as humans constantly stand in our own way, crying that
we have been forsaken.

Actually, the only problem that no one can survive is our
death on the day we die.

Archways above our heads cannot collapse unless they are
pushed and pressed out of existence.

We too are in this respect the same, except we are the
instruments of our own failures and ruin.