Absentminded Beleaguered Servant2017022220170222Leave a comment on AbsentmindedOriginal Poems I’m growing absentminded; It seems that I forget Exactly where I’m going, Or if I am there yet My heart is full of passion, There’s ardor in my eyes: If I knew where the hell I was It really would be Nice To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading...Tagged: Tags Aging Nonsense Poetry Related Posts reversal { the land } Be Free Chasing Stillness Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant