Uninvited Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching decorations being put up all around the center,
smelling the aroma of a bar-b-que, coming into the
atmosphere around me.

Party people soon to be gathering for all the festivities
set to begin as soon as they begin showing up.

Seniors being told to leave the area to make room for
them, having not been invited to this Christmas party
for city employees.

Instead, taking up the spaces and rooms where we all
have the little enjoyment of our lonely lives.