Nothing, Nothing Is Wasted.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

these are all my works of art
the sighs of the heart
how much time has been wasted
emotions spent
without any returns at all?

i do not mind.
The heart is a bottle of champagne
that i open
it pops out a loud sound
it is surprising everyone
here
in this small room of our existence
but then
the sparkle and the flavor and the company
drives away
all the loneliness that
we are

these are all the works of art
where the heart sings
nothing, nothing is wasted