An Exercise In Futility Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

An Exercise In Futility



Entering an atmosphere of music and pomp under
volunteer circumstances, placing life on hold
as each is honored for their service and talent.
Beautiful, bountiful, an exercise in futility,
yet we enjoy ourselves immensely.

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