Why Spring Hates Me…

WHY Spring hates me, I don't know;
 I have always loved her so --
 Except when the school year's dragging,
 Or when energy was flagging,
 Or when clean-up came a nagging,
 Just those times awhile ago --
 Why Spring hates me, I don't know.

THIS seems like a constant rule,
 Something I observed in school --
 What we give comes backwards to us,
 Round and over, in and through us,
 Rarely does it help renew us,
 Or provide us help and fuel --
 This seems like a constant rule.

SO, I'll dedicate these verses
 To sweet Spring, so it reverses
 All this karma I've engendered,
 All this ground that I've surrendered,
 In the hope that, when it's rendered
 Spring will lift its yearly curses,
 Or, at least, it won't get

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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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