Gentle Rhythms Of A Lifetime Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being inside, not able to see outside, knowing that the
sun went down hours ago while the band played on stage
as we listened to their music.

Gluing and putting lives together in gentle rhythms of
a lifetime, holding onto beating hearts of all who are
lonely and broken-hearted.

No longer looking for times of creative goodness, an un-
conditional love a thing of the past, nothing left to
hold onto.

Only a void filled with musical rhythms as they flow from
the moon above, just outside the doors tonight, giving a
saddened feeling within us.