RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

People Watching


Watching people live their lives, doing what they feel they must while on earth.
Acknowledging facts, regrouping after circumstances grow beyond them.
Taking time out, getting away every chance they get, just to catch their breath and live a little.
People going about their business, doing what they can under ordinary circumstances, always trying to get ahead and divert their energy into areas other than stress.
Taking matters into their own hands and releasing the heartaches left them in life.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
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