Curious Eyes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Curious Eyes



Looking into the hallway from my room, noticing an elderly gentleman sitting in a wheel chair, looking about him, curiosity sitting on it's haunches in his eyes.
Satisfied that there's nothing for him to see or do, he slowly walks away with his wheelchair and back to his room.

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