Hopes Of Change Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Recalling all the good and wonderful times we've had
at the community center.
Now they seem to have faded into past memories,
because none of my friends come any more.
Life has come around, people have died or gotten sick
and can't come anymore.
Then there are those who just quit because they didn't
like this or that.
Instead of staying and making things better with their
voices and involvement in activities, improving them
all with their input.
So here we are, not even twenty people here today,
when in the not so distant past there were a hundred
or more each day.
Finding it depressing to be here now, yet I continue
coming in hopes of changes I pray for daily.

(10: 58 a.m. - 11/20/13)