Vacantly Visiting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

People sitting at tables talking and visiting vacantly
with one another, trying to fill in lonely spaces life
has left within them.
Wondering when their times will come - how soon - how
will it happen - all thoughts pushed to the rear of
their minds as they try to forget about these questions
of reality.
Human beings are so frail when life has shattered their confidence and self-worth, sitting around, stripped of
their existence, yet, hope is derived from their soul's spirits as they hold closely to the lives they have left
with family and friends.