If I can build, with all this time,
A life where I’m
Less truculent,
It’s time well spent.
But time’s a changing currency:
Not prone to flee
The way it would
When things were good.
So while I’ve time to quarrel now,
I find, somehow,
To “win”, at best,
Is pointlessness
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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