Writing Later Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Increasing futility coming into life with people needing
help to get through many difficult situations.

Being placed in their pathways, I acquiesce and do whatever
I can with whatever knowledge I can muster for everyone.

Living in the moments of other people, not having a lot
to wander around in my own time.

Never minding, just happy to be of some use to make life
easier for another.

There's always time for writing later into the night.