Not Seeing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Not Seeing



Strolling through passages of time, enjoying the views as we
go, hoping for moments of joy and happiness to come our way.

Looking about, seeing couples holding hands like we used to
long ago.

Now out of breath, not able to walk very much, instead sitting
in front of the television staring, yet not seeing what's on it.
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