RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Side Pockets Of Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Trouble constantly filling corners of life in varied
situations and odd circumstances, tending to people's
anger and hatred.
Being dead to the living sides of whatever should
happen here in a side pocket of life.
Wondering what or how others can do something to help,
just maybe a listening ear, a hug, a caring love spread
Maybe one of these things will help to tame the
terrible anger in another person, calming their
demeanor so they won't up and kill someone else.
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