Gentle Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching, looking, seeing people I know, feeling a
gentle love for each person.

Realizing that everyone on earth is really one big
family, struggling to find out who they are and
where their place in life is.

All are living according to what they were taught
and learned through experience as each year passes
by.

In later years, relaxing, easing up on stress that
used to lay them low.

Now, enjoying the time that is left to each, hoping
it will last a long time yet.