I don’t know when it last happened
When I last went out to play
One day, all of that was broken
Something lost along the way

Grownup – it’s that thing we long for
Yearn for, dream of, strive for, crave:
But to find, when we’ve achieved it,
We’re just nearer
To the grave

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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.

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