All My Working Days

FIND the pattern, see the truth.
 These are all my working days:
 Numbers buzzing, listlessly,
 In a strange amorphous haze

TELL US, now, Beleaguered, tell us:
 What do these arrangements mean?
 That the random's ever-present
 And we can't control the

 Unforeseen

Published by

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.

Leave a Reply