{ Shore }

OUT on the morning shore he walks. 
There's little of his old life left: 
He gave it all away for aught, 
And now grows old alone, bereft -- 

She loved him for the risks he took, 
Not knowing she would be one more: 
That he would venture her, and lose, 
And give up love for some cold distant 

Shore 

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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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