Running

I used to run and run and run,
My feet were full of blisters;
I stayed the course, and had no fun,
And put off all assisters.

For I was doing what was right,
And needed then no friends:
A man tied up in ways and means,
Who’d long lost track

Of ends

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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