The Song of Will Set Free

The sun, the moon, the rain,
The crowded path of pain,
The storm before the still,
The fun we have until the bill —-

The measure and the mind,
The values left behind,
The feathers and the quilt,
The troubled thrills that start the guilt —-

The song of will set free,
The end of apathy,
To face, embrace the trite:
That one more chance to do things right

Author: Owen Servant

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

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