In The Sunlit Park

I saw them in the sunlit park, 
And had to smile, knowing well 
How precious, and how brief, these times 
Can be, And yet how long the spell 

Can linger after. Even when 
The skies turn gray as hair and eyes, 
They'll still recall the sunlit park, 
For love's the thing that never 

Dies

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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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