with gratitude

hearts beat but for a time,

we make our way to rest.

so is it silly preening, now,

if i am hashtag-blessed?


for when in trouble sore,

we reach out in our pain,

we find how many can relate

to sorrow’s heavy bane —


but that can’t (surely) mean

when fortune breaks the tension,

that we should not this, too, set down,

for good days merit mention.


for much has happened glad that i

could not have ever guessed;

and it’s the simple truth: i am

a man who’s hashtag-blessed

(Inspired by a audcast from Ra Avis – Owen)

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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