The Last

A fall day like the others, 
With summer lately past;
Two voices on the lake again,
As fishing lines were cast.

Then we recalled the first time.
When I was only five,
The air full of excitement,
Just to be, to be alive —-

That was awhile ago, now.
Some twenty years have passed:
Then we recalled the first time,
Now I recall the last.

For all we love and what we love
Comes one day to an end,
And it’s on us to know it
As we choose the way we’ll spend

The time we have, and lines we’ll cast,
And who we’ll cast them with:
To take the time for living
While there’s still life

To live



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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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