Sometimes, the choice..

Sometimes, the choice is many,
Sometimes, the choices few.
I stand and stare into the dark
Not knowing what to do --

And thought it might seem trivial,
It isn't so to me:
For nothing is mundane for one
Who sees


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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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