Time, Like A Lover…

Time, like a lover who's lost interest, 
Goes on, rather unconcerned, 
Ignoring all our tiny woes 
Or what we chose, or where we've turned 

Or just what forests we might think 
Are beautiful, or full of fall, 
Or why the sense we bring to things 
Most often, is no sense at all 

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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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