Living Is Not Enough Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking alone, along edges of the horizon, watching the
ocean rise and fall within me.

Taking a lifetime into mind, seeing it like a video once
again, as it hurries past and into the present.

Looking at all the tears that have fallen into cisterns
of life, smiles and laughter, there have not been quite
so much.

Living is such a burden, why do we have to put up with
it's degrading aspects throughout it? Why not just turn
our backs on it's sorry situations and circumstances.

Guess, because we want so badly to have more to be thank-
ful for, just living doesn't seem to be enough as we grow
older.