Uncertain Ledge Of Humanity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding the train of life through mountains and deserts, letting
rhythms fall from within as the whistle of every train beckons
to each one of us.

Racing into the sunset, watching as the future begins to come into
view, wandering all over this earth, following the colorful sounds
of rhythms as they take us into depths of another time.

Hoping and breaking the speed of sound as that whistle keeps on
blowing, never missing a beat, life living on edges of an uncertain
ledge of humanity, resting very little, just rushing faster into
the future.