I will be, and will not be again.

This, I accept.

Many I have loved have moved on;
Some without warning or 
Time for preparation.

This, I accept.

Many who have loved me have
Drifted off; sometimes love
Participates in temporality.

This, I accept.

We strive; we feel pain.
Our intentions run afoul of
The intentions of others, and even
Of the contrary intentions of
Nature, herself.

This I accept.

Acceptance is not wisdom, 
But it is the door to wisdom;
One day, this striving will cease,
And we must redefine ourselves
Through a new set of limitations.

This, too, I accept.

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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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