He traveled everywhere he could 
To try to find his missing peace; 
But even out where splendor reigns, 
His troubled mind could never cease 

In worrying and wondering. 
Disquiet was his constant friend, 
And neither fame nor money could 
Turn down that volume, in the end.

  So what now can we learn from this? 
  That riches can bring envy, but not bliss.

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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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