Quietly beating, life slowly ebbs it's way towards
aging maturity.
Softly bouncing throughout inner universes, carrying
on with lonely explanations.
Wending ways, hoping to realize quiet dreams thought
of in labyrinths, filled with puzzled ideas, sliding
through silent echoes of yesteryear.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maturity-ebbs/
