Wasted Words Poem by John Yaws

People often told me-
There are those who need the words,
You write when you are thinking,
Your writings must be heard...

But they were wrong, I'm thinking
For something vibrant went...
After I had published,
That same poetry in print.

For poetry, like heartbeats,
Counts only in the now.
One can't live on yesterdays,
At least I don't know how.

Like life, it loses freshness.
And I fear becomes blase`,
For here and now are all we have,
The same with what we say.

So I will write, then crumple,
The things I've written down,
And like the things of yesterday,
I'll toss them to the ground.

The only thing worth reading-
Is what is on our minds,
The searcher keeps on seeking,
And the seeker never finds.