RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Saddened by a state of affairs beyond control, having
paid twenty-five dollars apiece for my sons to get their
driver's licenses.
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Lights burning low, flickering in hearts of those
who care, compassion heating the fires of
unconditional love.
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At a standstill, life seemingly keeps flowing downhill.

Motionless, yet constantly moving towards some unknown
destiny.
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Standing atop a mountain - one I may call my own because
I have bought and begun to pay for it.

Whatever direction I face, the view goes on and on - it's
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Silently counting avenues of recreation hidden
from view.
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Baby palm trees, tiny fronds,
soft to a human's touch.
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Reawakening the prospect of life, catching and
watching it's progress through the years.
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Sun hiding gently, shyly behind pine trees, peeking
occasionally through the leaves.
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Controversial blessings spread across the valley,
eliciting hope from a volunteer.
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In the deep quiet of the night, birds sing their lonely
call, echoing about the midnight air, sending messages
to all who care.
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