interconnected (iii)

with his bike by a train 
and a case in his hand, 
in his best Sunday clothes, 
and with his whole life planned, 

he set out to discover 
the life he'd been sold: 
that the world, now, was his, 
and his pathway, of gold. 

and the years traveled on, 
and his youth turned to age; 
he took a young lover 
in her interstage, 

and though time had made false 
all the lies he'd been served, 
he still felt what he had 
was no less than 

deserved

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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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