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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425075" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Foreplay</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seventy seasons sliced by harvest scythe, <br>sent spent from feast’s fields to untimely grave, <br>while g[r]azing Time derides begged ebb-tide crave<br>denies recycled dream, Life’s token tithe.<br>Who dwells on Death when young and carefree, blithe? -<br>child heedless plays till taught how to behave.<br>Adult, aware of all he’d pay to save<br>from dark forgetfulness, as worm will writhe <br>an hour, though blind, before brain’s dropped by hive, <br>good-bye encounters, countdown’s final wave<br>submerging shawl with pall. Fresh faces pave<br>new roads, loads, sequent stage for limping, lithe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dead end lies destiny both mouse and man<br>enjoy - span evanescent also-ran. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© Jonathan Robin robi3_0540 written 28 September 1996 revised 23 November 2006 revised as sonnet 3 December 2008 - see below for previous versions initial title Childsplay<br>Foreplay </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seventy seasons sliced by harvest scythe, <br>s[p]ent from fields of feasting for[e] Time, grave, <br>g[r]azes with equanimity, the [g]rave<br>seems dream recycling tinsel token tithe.<br>Who dwells on Death when young and carefree, blithe? <br>Child heedless plays till taught how to behave.<br>Adult, aware of all he’d give to save<br>from dark forgetfulness, as worm will writhe <br>an hour, though blind, before life's final wave<br>with pall's enshrouded, for fresh paths must pave<br>subsequent stage for limping, hale, pale, lithe.<br>Dead end is destiny both mouse and man<br>enjoy - span evanescent also-ran.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin robi3_0540 written 28 September 1996 revised 23 November 2006 modified 17 April 2008 for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Childsplay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seventy years cut from the waiting scythe, <br>gleaned from fields eternal where Time, grave, <br>g(r) azes with equanimity, the (g) rave<br>is but recycling of Life’s token tithe.<br>Who dwells on Death when young and carefree, blithe? -<br>the child plays till he’s taught how to behave.<br>Adult, aware of all he fain would save<br>from dark forgetfulness, as worm will writhe <br>an hour, though blind, before the final wave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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