Retiring From A Temporary Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Retiring from the mainstream of this temporary life,
knowing that if anything needs to be done, it's going
to be done by this mere poet.

On her own from now on tired of asking for simple
things in life, going after them now without any help
from people who claim to love and care for me.

When finally needed they're never around to lend a
hand, too busy getting their nails, hair or make-up
done.

Fine is all this poet has to say, never asking them
for anything anymore, being alone and loving it en-
tirely.