An Aging House

It's hard to see the opulence
When years have worked their worry:
It's more the steady blows of time
Than any punch or flurry

That wears us down to where no one
Could find the great allurement
We had, in all our colors bright,
Before our own


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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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