It's not that bad when it's this cold,
And you're alone, with just the birds;
It's not that bad when you grow old,
And grasp for friends, for thoughts, for words --
It's not that bad to look around
And wonder where it all went wrong;
It's not that bad, but not that good:
But, then, you've known that
All along
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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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