Left For Good

The day she left for her promotion,
Walking by the bay,
She told me how she’d miss the place,
But that somehow, someday,

She’d find what she was looking for.
I said I knew she would:
I smiled though as she walked away,
For she had left for good.

For good times and good memories,
For good faith in a man,
For goodly moments spent alone,
For powers good in span.

I hear from her from time to time,
And it is understood:
She didn’t leave forever, but
She’d gone away
For good

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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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