Just Another Piece of Paper

Just Another Piece of Paper David J Walker It may be poetry or It may be a bill It may be an important document Concerning my health It may be something I may need At some other time Or it may be the unfinished scribbled words Of a manuscript I may never know She says “Why don’t for file these” I know how good she is About filing Everything in its labeled place Carefully encased in dark space Where she will never see them again But she knows where they are And I grin and say They are filed in my way as Just another piece of paper I will do something when I don’t want to see them again