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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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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