The Simplest Things

Day on day, the endless search;

Step by step, and yard by yard —

Much that’s new is all the same;

E’en the simplest things seem hard —

 

Still the miles, always seeking,

Turning stones, and pondering —

Laden with the fear, not-speaking,

That some searching is just

Wandering

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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