A Lonely Station

Most of the people I’ve ever known live lives like this.

His radius of usefulness

Is nowhere of real note —

Located in a spot that’s

Unremarked upon; remote

 

But yet, with ceaseless vigil,

He performs as he was tasked:

It is a lonely station, but

He’s ready

If he’s asked

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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