The Pensioner

When he worked, he dreamed of rest; 
Now he rests and dreams of work. 
Nestled in his hideaway, 
Giving rein to whim and quirk, 

He can range o'er all the earth 
Giving new thoughts second birth -- 
He can be all things, he can: 
Except, maybe still 

A man

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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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