Grasping Onto Straws Of Inheritance Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Echoes of a persistent type keep knocking on intellect's door,
wanting to be seen and written down, experiencing this life in
many ways, circumventing bad moments in life.

Grasping onto straws of inheritance, never really knowing what
they will bring, whether it will be poverty or being rich, lov-
ing and caring with a compassionate heart or walking away.

Some people have never learned how to use their hearts for the
purpose they were made, instead walking away, doing nothing to
ever help anyone.

What a lonely and empty life they must lead, adding to their
disillusionment with life, not realizing that it's their own
fault, not ever sharing their hearts with others, only the
stingy, selfish parts of themselves.