Treasure Island

douglas scotney

(boomer / 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.

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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Spleen II

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