Happy To Be Alone Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Happy To Be Alone
Steadily rocking, fast or slow, putting everything
together in a pastime of equality, brought forth
from yesterday.
Strolling silently through desert's pathways in the
morning, watching little animals scurrying.
Listening to a transistor radio, while walking to
school every day.
Always, enjoying the peace that accompanied this
solo journey, happy to listen to music alone.
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