Many, Distant Years Ago

We made love out on this beach
Many, distant years ago;
She was nearly twice my age,
Memories, now, that I would not forego

It confused me at the time,
Twenty-three, she forty-five;
But a type of fragile gift
That we shared then, glad
We were alive

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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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