Circles Of Waste Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing by the window, seeing the environment pass me by,
watching people in every day stances, going about their
business and leaving time behind as they do so.

Taking in all sights, seeing nature being itself, waving to
me from branches of trees and leaves, all sending their
good wishes from beyond me.

Tending to their own nurturing, they idly stand by, and like
me, watch people passing by, doing whatever they need to do
to keep themselves busy.

Giving up many moments in every day just to pass time and
never staying in one place, continually moving in spaces
provided by their own acceptance in areas of their lives.

Gaining nothing but their memories into circles of wasteful
moments, never amounting to anything.

They incessantly continue doing what they know has no meaning
in life, wanting to know nothing more, while nature and I just
watch how they ignore their purposes in every day life.

So unmeaningful in the end, unlike my words becoming poetry
and nature flowing eternally, giving beauty to the world
around us all.