Still Looking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching windows reflecting little known facets of life,
changing everything to a non-producing display of inanima-
tiousity.

Walking all over town in search of yesterday's childhood,
not delving into its personality, just barely keeping a-
bove water.

Not yet giving up on life, still looking for the truth
in boxes of secrets that have been put away with things
of yesterday, safe and protected for the time being at
least.