Sneaking Away Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

All of life trips by, past sightless eyes and ignorant
people.

Passed down through the ages of long ago, no one cares
to see it through.

Longing for a little break in day, nothing happens to
clear the way.

Forever stands before us, never taunting, only gently
showing us that we must repent.

Telling no one lest we have to face the day of our
demise, we go sneaking off, our lives to enjoy.

Not really knowing to face death is to be alive, we
continue to hide from it.