The Chimney Stays

The house is gone, the chimney stays, 
Remembering the strength and blaze
When he was best, and part of something
Lost and left in yesterdays.

For lives go by in blurs so fast:
We get wrapped up in worries massed,
And realize, then, far too late
That we don’t get to pick who’s last

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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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