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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425359" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homerun - 1060</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">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)</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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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.

Ends, means, some justify
as tools to fool, win..."></div>
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