Spontaneous Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sing-song rhythms lulling this mind into a comfortable atmosphere
of joy and happiness where life is spontaneous, beautiful and so
wonderful.

People walking to and fro, in a hurry to do shopping, children in
tow, elderly riding in electric carts, hoping to be able to reach
everything they need.

Quite an array of sights to be seen when sitting here at subway
inside Walmart, enjoying moments of solitude while writing, no
one daring to stop or interrupt at all, just looking and heading
towards the exit.