Nothing Is Wasted. Poem by RIC BASTASA

When you posted this
picture of an exhausted man
walking on the road alone
they were worried

a friend of yours guessed
that you are going home

your sister does thinks
otherwise, there must be
something wrong

and i, who do not know
you much, a man of few
words, bathing always in
the silence of your
dispositions, actually
worries more

whatever happens, i
must agree, it is all
planned, and nothing is
wasted.