An Unused Gate

He wanders back here seldom, 
Noting everything;
The details he can ponder
On, and of —

An unused gate wears out
The same as busy ones;
It merely does so without
Any love

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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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