In Attics

WE store our days in attics
 then wait upon the sun
 to answer for our failings
 but not tell anyone.

YET dust will settle anywhere
 and cracks are sure to show:
 we store our days in attics
 but, somehow, they

 still know

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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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