
He grew up
And grew in powers
And never questioned why
Now he’s growing old
And diminished in powers
And daily asks why
Because that kind of “why”
Is reserved strictly
For bad things
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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