By William Romanishin
As I sit here looking out
I’m not sure what to do but pout
About the way life has surely changed
And everything I used to do is rearranged
Mind you, but not by my choice
For in this situation if I had a voice
I would yell out to this deadly disease
Go away with the next gentle breeze
That passes by as I sit and gaze
And while away these meaningless days
Wondering when will life once again return
To those days of innocence and little concern
Of what will be on the table of life
With joy and wonderment and no strife
Going about our normal everyday lives
And thanking God when that moment finally arrives.
William Romanishin, RMR, CRR, is an official court reporter based in Fort Lauderdale, Fla., He can be reached at romanson@aol.com.
