Silent Perplexity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent Perplexity



Pizza Buffet, a place that used to rock with attitude,
fun and music by Glenn.
Now it's just another pizza place, no different than
any other.
An atmosphere of joviality is gone - replaced by
boredom, sitting, eating, vegetating in silent perplexity.
What happened to the a-one entertainment on Mondays and
Tuesdays?
There's no longer an excellent reason for coming here -
the musical fun and talent have disappeared, along with
many customers who followed Glenn, because his personality
and charm were charismatic.
Alas, where can we go now, to sit and eat with a clarity
of purpose and unity of talent?

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