Each

Sometimes, rich means empty,
And popular’s still lonely,
And multitudes on multitudes
Are just the same as only

Sometimes, the beautiful are sad,
And tired rows the crewman,
For each of us is all of us,
And all of us

Are human

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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