Waste Paper Basket

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(Inspired by a discussion with a few friends)

My life is like
a waste paper basket
With unfinished stories
scribbled and thrown

Old love stories
Are in there somewhere
existence of which nobody knows
And birthday cards
from those friends,
who now I consider as foes

There are wish lists
which have become catalogues
And some shopping catalogue
which have been added
in my wish list too

There was an old photograph
torn in half and discarded
Which is now taped together
and sits proudly on my desk renewed

I have a shredder
But secrets still get out
Since some I don't really feel
like shredding.
And then spend my weekends
for hours rummaging,
to get a glimpse
of that discarded note
that old friend once wrote

I sometimes have an urge
To light the whole thing up
But then I realise
These tiny scraps are part of me
Without them who will I be
My handwritten phone book,
My old "I love yous"
Post-Its and boarding pass stubs

Maybe one of these days
A story will complete :-)
Until then my life is like
a waste paper basket
With unfinished stories
scribbled and thrown.....
-------By Jibrael Jos