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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425358" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homerun</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">HOMERUN<br>From dark to light – one cry.<br>cot, tot, fine whine, youth tries <br>to rise, outshine, – strength vies <br>to test itself far, nigh, <br>will ever improvise, <br>wings spread ahead would fly <br>beyond the common sty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ends, means, some justify<br>as tools to fool, win prize<br>refusing to downsize<br>goals which new goals supply, <br>to grow, while enterprise<br>won’t sit, knit idly by<br>would flow to know, apply. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">See sun at zenith high<br>where fair sweep cloudless skies, <br>fragility belies.<br>Self on self will rely<br>And thus we compromise<br>ourselves – each hour thereby<br>prepares grief leaf’s demise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men, weak “how, what, when, why”<br>seek to deny, despise<br>as limits while each eyes<br>ambitions run awry.<br>Most fail to realize<br>fame’s flame soon sinks, falls shy<br>of promise time can’t buy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stagnation by and by<br>sets in, transforms to ties<br>what once soared free, - denies<br>rights others seek would lie, <br>Inventing alibis<br>inverting truth stain, dye, <br>strain, pain, until sparks die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still time will onward fly! <br>Few care to recognize<br>sunset whet hopes defies, -<br>dare not, with rules comply, -<br>scope set cut down to size.<br>With humour grim and wry<br>Fate on each whim may spy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life’s voyage does imply<br>page after page time tries<br>to crop or circumsize -<br>each stage a wager sly<br>as cause, effect, in guise<br>of free choice voice deny<br>to unborn options! ... Why? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tide turns, Time’s spring runs dry.<br>The candle burns. The wise, <br>the fool, fourscore, fade, - rise<br>no more, till final cry<br>whose sense none can disguise.<br>No echo, no reply...<br>from light to dark, sole sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">9 February 2005<br>robi03_1060_robi03_0000 XXX_DJZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Homerun Poem © Jonathan Robin<br>see also Homespun<br>robi03_1057_robi03_0000 SXX_DZX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII<br>HOMESPUNBirth Mirth Worth Girth Dearth Earth Berth</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From dark to light – one cry, homespun.<br>Cot, tot, fine whine, youth vies at last<br>to rise, to shine, – strength tries so fast<br>to test itself far, nigh, to run<br>above the common sty or scrum, <br>tries stratagems devised to cast, <br>with sun at zenith high, shade vast, ...<br>ignores Time fleeting by. The sum? <br>Who fools are, who are wise, succumb.<br>Who true, who in disguise, outlast<br>the dreaded drum’s surprise, stand fast<br>can further innings try? Soon dumb! <br> Come night, tomb stark, done, lie forgot, – time spun<br> From light doom dark one sigh, poor lot, – rhyme done! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>20 January 2005 <br>robi03_1057_robi03_0000 SXX_DZX</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">see also Homerun <br>robi03_1060_robi03_0000 XXX_DJZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII<br>Homes pun Poem © Jonathan Robin </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> :)</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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From dark to light – one cry.
cot, tot, fine whine, youth tries 
to rise, outshine, – strength vies 
to test itself far, nigh, 
will ever improvise, 
wings spread ahead would fly 
beyond the common sty.

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