No Badge

There is no badge for caring,
No prize for making time;
There’s no gold rings adorn the hands
That help us with the climb

There is no medal given
To him who love’s work braves:
For good deeds die a natural death,
And sleep in unmarked

Graves

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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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