Once purpose served,
No notice is given,
Unseen, unobserved,
Trash bin its prison,

What can be learned,
From a bag's destined fate?
Are all to be spurned,
Is it far too late?

What plea could rage,
What clarion would toll,
From a plain brown page,
That could reach your soul?

Somehow give pause,
To the bustling masses,
Take note of what was,
Note a life passes,

A nod of a head,
A mere slowing of pace,
Acknowledge the dead,
Those done with the race,

Restart once stalled,
Return to our own fate,
Hope we'll be recalled,
When we're ones who're late.

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