Here At Home

Here at home the river flows
Past us each and every day;
Here at home the sweet time goes
On it's reckless forward way

Leaving years within its churn.
We, the children of its wake
Must give in, give up, and turn
Towards each other: here-at-home's

At stake

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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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