Call Your Own Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Curtains opening onto life, revealing characters as if in
a play, filling many stages with unkind thoughts and deeds,
fighting always to stay alive and sit on top for a while.

There is always something being carried on or out, filling
senses and bringing about a hour of greatest need.

Falling into snares and traps, everyone finds some small
space in life to call their own.

Only to find later on that it must be shared.