Passing Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Passing Life



Sullenly thinking as life passes by, reminding me of
it's haste into the near future.
Wanting to reach out and grab it, slow it down,
doesn't work, because it has already raced past
without so much as a tiny breath of air.

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