Wastepaper

I shred the

wasted scraps

of my day

into the out-tray.

My fingers linger

on life’s leftovers

as they fade into the

nothing night.

If not well spent

every moment

gone forever

to time’s thieving hands.

No other chance

to complete my dance.

Wasted day

blows away

into heaps of dust.

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