in the frost – 9

we build our simple structures 
which time will then destroy 
the way it does the remnants of 
what was a girl, or boy 

but that can never mean they should 
have never been constructed -- 
for worth is measured in joy given  
and also pain 


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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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