Around the way

Around the way, out on his lawn,
Precision the result of sweat;
In bright mid-day, or maybe dawn,
A laborer in silhouette —

But years will go – and came a day
He had to go around the way,
And now, his lawn, to one like me,
Is overgrown with memory

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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