Waste

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Feb 25, 2025 

Waste.
Waste
of time.
Time is
all
there is.
Unfathomable
shot at
existence.
Odds of
personal
presence
infinitely
small.
Cascading
string
of events
ending in
personal
existence.
Beyond
human
comprehension.
Creation’s
gift.
Firefly
flash and
gone.
What
to do?
How
to spend?
Time.
Precious
time.
Precious
gift.
Shake
out the
cobwebs.
Stand up!
Make things
happen.
Justify
creations
effort.
Make a
difference!

 

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