Common Denominator Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stretching and shaking in an evening dusk, listening to
sounds of country-western music, saddened verses being
sung as guitars strum people's hearts of sorrow.

Tenderly letting them know that others also feel their
pain, reaching out to one and all, satisfying the lone-
liness together.

Knowing the emptiness will never be filled again, yet
there are others feeling the same things, a common de-
nominator of grief.

One that can never be shared totally, but can be lightly
touched upon, like a hand upon the shoulder of another's
heart in a caring and compassionate way.