now shadows stretch across the road

now shadows stretch across the road
and evening beckons wide;
i'm left to ponder my estate -
my blindness, and my pride -

for though life hands us many things
with rich'ning worth imbued,
there's very little we can't mar
with our

ingratitude

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant