RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Missed Interview - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Taking in stride, the appalling lack of coordination and
feelings of helplessness.
All the wonder and fun dispersed because of a lapse in
An entire experience so looked forward to seems to be
forming into a disaster.
Hopefully, a single phone call after dinner will help ease
the pain of mistaken appointment times and once again
rearrange life in a cohesive style.
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