A Pleasant Experience Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seated at a banquet table in the Sheraton Hotel Ballroom,
listening to Faded Jeans band play good old sixties songs.

Enjoying everything immensely, basking in the flow of
volunteerism, as we help one another even here.

A silent passion resting in serene circumstances, as we are
honored for our time.

A pleasant experience, noticing those around the ballroom,
some friends, acquaintances and strangers, all here for
the same reasons.

Time beating to the music as I soar into poems of
noticeability.