Within the Playground

Within the playground we must dwell
And get along as best we can:
We play, we laugh, we slip, we fall –
From girl to woman, boy to man —

We toil at play until the dark
Comes out to claim us at the last:
Within the playground, voices fade —
The day is gone –
And playtime’s
Past

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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