B: Xxxxxiii: Wasted Days Poem by Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide

B: Xxxxxiii: Wasted Days



The sphinx,
with time to be bitter
for having fallen out of fashion
for all his cares,
gives credit to sunsets:
for ripening the fruit of his wasted days,
his favorite regrets;
for making not matter,
carelessness;
and for making matter,
All those wasted days.

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Douglas Scotney

Douglas Scotney

Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia. Resides in Adelaide
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