fields of endeavor

we wake a season full and bright

and teeming with our plenty,

then after we’ve been harvested

they ask, “now, why so empty?”

 

this is the nature of a life,

all lives, forever going:

to yield to others in due time

whatever we’ve

been growing

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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