Segments Poem by John Prophet

Segments.
Slices.
Slices
of time.
Worlds
existed.
Lives
lived.
Stories
told.
Unique.
Different
actors.
Different
stories.
All
played out.
Real.
All real.
As real
as now.
To them,
as real
as now
to us.
Segment
after
segment.
Actors
come,
actors
go.
Only the
stories
remain.
Told
again and
again.
Millennium
ago.
Millennium
from now.
Actors
act.
Stories
played
out.
Lovers
loved.
Babies
cried.
Sun
rose
and set.
All real
then fade.
Fade
away.
All important.
Then not.
Just
fade away.