Vanity spews unchecked to an unwillingly captive audience
“I am this and I did that”, “look at me, me, me”!
“Make me pretty, I am pretty, I am aren’t I”?
Maybe I am just tired or tainted
Or just possibly because I am bald by choice,
probably.
So much time spent on words without value,
time that will never be retrieved,
a seemingly limitless future of endless words.
If only that were true,
this one minute, one second, may well be the last
the one that truly matters.
Use every word wisely,
you may well be having that final word.
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 