Demands Of Aging

Living under stormy skies of yesterday,
listening to the silent becoming of senior years,
hurriedly rushing upon me without waiting a moment
in rest.
Never giving any time to adjust to new demands of
aging years.
Sliding along, doing the best I can with what I
have been given.
Longing to be felt through musical tones, never
letting go of the future, promised from heaven's
whispers, sent by angels to my soul.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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