Quitting To Make Predictions Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Never it is to be too late.
To stay aware and be pro-active.
With a consciousness,
Awakened and prepared...
For whatever it is that is to come.

No matter how old one gets to age,
Nothing remains stable,
These rapid ever changing days.
And no one can depend upon,
Scheduling anything to believe guaranteed.
Even prophets,
Have stopped making predictions.
Abandoning their crystal balls.
To rub their balding heads.

Yet...
Never it is to be too late.
To learn to know procrastination,
Should not be a priority.
Done to expect time given awaits.
Yesterday?
Perhaps.
But those yesterdays gone,
No one today has saved.

It is better today to live,
The best one can.
With a showing to give respect to others.
Regardless if it's returned to give back.
To realize there may be people,
Living their lives...
Trying to keep their minds intact.
And that could be a chore,
Too difficult for many to leave ignored.