last resorts (1)

 once to wander was a virtue
 then to seek but never find
 once to travel was to broaden
 those the borders of the mind

 things must change of course time passes
 what was good becomes then less
 once to wander was a virtue
 now its seen as fecklessness

 but though mores change or alter
 minds still need to stretch and grow
 maybe traveling is morphing
 how and where we get to go

 minds that want can still be ranging
 once is now and now is changing

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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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