More useless than a useless poem,
which is more than useless to many
and yet so very few.
Promises made are useless
when, never meant to be kept
and broken without remorse.
Useless are plans made for a future
not known until past, when hindsight
is more cruel than innocent foresight.
Disposable goods for quick disposal
by man are useless, languishing in soil
without decay for decade after decade.
Useless is music without a listener,
an orchestra with no audience and
no one to hear, I love you.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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