wherever, whatever

wherever we may stray, we find
those places left to molder —
it is a feature we see young,
but miss as we get older,

as we’re less likely wanderers,
and stay upon the trail;
whatever means we keep from seeing
earthly things
must fail

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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