Alone With Selves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching people here in a waiting room, bored, falling asleep,
minds drifting into unknown territories, alone with themselves
all the while.

Wondering why more people don't bring music to listen to while
they're here, thinking that's the better solution, keeping
their minds active and alert through rhythms.

Not able to see why everyone can't do it and entertain them-
selves with joy, sitting here and thinking about it and con-
tinuing to wonder why people don't do it.