Last in line
Gets the last of things
If there are any left
Sometimes that’s good
Because I like the crunchy bottom
Of the macaroni pan
Other times
It’s not so good
All the good things will be gone
No more hot dogs
Or buns
Your favorite salad all eaten
You’ll walk back
With whatever you could find
Everyone else avoiding your eyes
As they enjoy what they took
Before you
But sometimes
You find something
That others have overlooked
Like a treasure
Hiding under the last light of day
It glints at you
A tiny bit
Just for you
To let you know it’s there
You quietly take your treasure
And you sneak away
Happy as all get out
To savor what you found
On this day
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