remains (at the end of the day)

I contemplate these crumbles of me
That lie scattered all along the way -
A warning sign even for blinds to see:
That's all that remains
At the end of the day.

So could there be anything you'd want
That I haven't wasted, given away
To people who could've done without?
You can take the remains
At the end of the day.

Pick up the pieces still left on the ground
That no one bothered to wipe away;
And you may keep what you've found
Cause that's what remains
At the end of the day.