A Time That I Knew Well

There was a time that I knew well. 
The world was Hopper-like, and still; 
The sea and shadow were my friends 
Out past the place the long road ends. 

We lived in amity, and chose 
As old days fell, and new weeks rose, 
To lift each other up and bless 
With heartfelt joy and such largesse 

As we could muster in those times. 
Our thoughts in pennies, march in dimes, 
From field to city, coast to coast, 
Delivered Saturday evening, post. 

Rockwell tonight, and know in dreams 
The world may not be what it seems 
Or may be; we can never tell -- 
Even in times that we know 

Well

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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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