Jumping from one melody into another, never stopping, cascading <br />down the many mountains in this life of idolatry. <br /> <br />Withering at times inside of ourselves, wanting so much more, <br />yet not lifting a finger to find our way to what we need to <br />get there. <br /> <br />Excuses abound, procrastination reigns in front of us, seeing <br />our goals right in front of our eyes, choosing instead to <br />ignore and detour around them, finding it is too much to do or <br />absorb. <br /> <br />Continually finding silent trails and following them instead, <br />lazily not being involved in major pastimes of our lives, <br />wasting talents and gifts on alcohol and drugs in place of <br />them. <br /> <br />Then when seniors, looking back and saying how hard life was, <br />never placing the blame on themselves where it originally <br />belonged, life having been turned into a recreation area for everything illegal. <br /> <br />Whose fault is any of it? When asked, they always point to <br />another person and blame them for the conditions they have <br />put themselves in.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-back-on-life-as-seniors/
