no more wasted moments …
No more wasted moments,
strewn like salt across the wound.
No more wasted moments,
discarded as empty specks of trust.
No more wasted moments,
in dire need of thorough shredding.
No more wasted moments,
far too many of them to count.
No more wasted moments,
spent on wretched emotions left to dry.
No more wasted moments,
reeking of the stench of rotten feelings.
No more wasted moments,
coarse and vulgar and mutely violent,
no more wasted moments,
spent on the vile disregard of the silent.
No more wasted moments,
grasping each moment with a trust anew,
no more wasted moments,
embracing each moment for it to be true.
Scribbled Verse 
I’m not a fluent in English, but anyway, I can read. I feel the stunning spirit of this blog, and the fervor of the poems. I like that verses and became a subscriber with great pleasure! Keep up with this, be well and prosperous!
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thank you so very much indeed for your generous words and kindness. it is humbling and touches me deeply that my scribbles have touched you. and your english is absolutely superb so wishing you all the very best as well.
Peace and Equality and Love and Respect and Justice for All ✌ ✊ 👍
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Reblogged this on My Life on the Chicago # 36 Bus and commented:
Here is another reblog from my friend Afzel Moola. I am sending this one as the old man that I am. If you are yet young , trust me that as you get older this is your greatest regret. Do something about it now. I thank the poet for this. Check out all of their other stuff that I did not repost.
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thank you my dear friend Pat, for once again humbling me with your sharing my scribble. deeply appreciated as always and warmest wishes, dear friend.
Peace and Equality and Love and Respect and Justice for All ✌ ✊ 👍
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and thank you for reminding us all of the need to grasp the moments bequeathed unto us … warmest wishes from the southern tip of the African continent, respected and dear friend
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