So much.

So much can happen in a year,
A month, a week, a day;
How sorrow can envelop us
Past what mere words could say —

And yet, there is in memory,
One joy that’s understood:
And that’s that we’ve known many things,
And some of them

Were good

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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