Waste

Waste

A Poem by John Prophet

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!

© 2025 John Prophet


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Do all you can in the present moment. Worry about time can cripple you.

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John Prophet is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived rea.. more..

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