Paris View

The view is one of loveliness,
A moment there to borrow
And grow the debt that is a heart
Loaned out to some old sorrow.

Sometimes our life seems grey, indeed.
It’s empty, raw, and juiceless —
For much we owe, we can’t repay.
And much we own
Is useless

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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