The Times of Errant Ease

We watch the flow of years: 
The days gone by, the times 
Of errant ease, 
But wake to see the change 
That means whatever we 
Might do to please, 
The ones we wished to please 
Have gone. How faint we registered 
The fall 
Of days we never meant to see, 
And all the days that
Never came 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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