No Plans Or Agendas To Be Made For Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Moving on, hoping for the best, writing and listening to all
types of music as it touches mind and heart, surprising con-
stantly with nature, beauty and humanity.

Keeping us going in and out of love, finding out that all is
only temporary, living and keeping busy, but always on our
mind is when we'll be gone.

Not liking to think about death, knowing it's part of living
our lives although, we make plans, fill calendars with all
types of appointments, get togethers with family and friends.

Passing time, thinking busily so as not to recall the future,
our destiny or purpose, just wanting to fill our time and
keep ourselves busy from thinking of death for now.