For A Massage

Touch releasing pressure
Every day’s built up in you;
A thousand little worries, and
A dozen big ones, too

The burden that you carry for
Your family and your friends;
You long for some abatement from
The trial that never ends

And so you go for a massage
To seek tactile relief;
You worry past the door, but
Those concerns are very brief

For once it starts, you can let go —
You may not be sure how;
The past is gone
The future’s sham
You only have
The now

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

One thought on “For A Massage”

  1. My son is just starting at Cortiva School of Massage Therapy. He’s about six weeks into his course, and he gave me a wonderful massage yesterday. Wow. Could I ever idenitfy with this post!

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