A Poem For A Share Of $580 Million Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wondering how to write this poem, deciding on an impulse to
begin like this.

Always have been poor, having nothing much in life in the
way of material things.

A big, close-knit Italian family, filled with love and
acceptance has always been my richest treasure.

However, would like a share to fulfill the following idea:

There is a dream in mind, of starting and building a Senior
Center entirely run by volunteers, like Deborah Hospital in
New Jersey.

A center were Seniors can be safe, and visit with friends in
a positive atmosphere.

Envisioning a free buffet every day of the week, having live
entertainment and bingo daily.

An interior gym and music room where anyone who has ever
wanted to learn how to play a musical instrument can learn.

A small movie theater would also be nice.

An entire Senior Center, self-sufficient, solar energy,
funded with volunteers having fund raisers twice a year.

With all money going right back into the center to buy whatever
is needed, even transportation to and from it.

Sewing rooms with everything supplied, also ceramics, painting,
places to play cards, games and billiards whenever they want.

This is an idea that needs to come to fruition, serving Seniors
in their Golden Years.

A place where they are always welcome and accepted for who they
are within - and always free of charge.