A Question for the Falls

He dwells within regret. 
It is, at last, his fate: 
He realized his wrong, 
But it was then too late. 

He stands beside the falls, 
And asks it, as a teacher, 
Why is it, when we can't go back,
We can't go forward either?

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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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