Doing Our Best Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silence in the darkness of evening, letting me go into it's
twilight without fear.

Spaces of time, collecting in precious memories of family
and friends.

Born into this world without a choice, making the best of
our lot, some being born with silver spoons in their mouths,
and treasures galore.

Others born into nothing and having nothing all of their
lives, because poverty was laid upon them like a blanket
when they were born.

All of us living on earth, making friends, enjoying the
time we have to spend with each other.

Doing our best to live right every day, not harming or
speaking ill of others.

Always taking care to be kind, compassionate and caring
to our fellow man.