adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Waste Not, a poem

Waste Not

Waste not, want not, they say
or somebody said. Not anyone
in my family — cliches
were not their thing. It’s good
enough advise, I’m sure,
and so I find myself
at the sink peeling labels
from jelly jars. I will use
them for something, someday,
congratulating myself
for wasting nothing but time.

Stephen Brooke ©2013

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