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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425406" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In Days to Come</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IN DAYS TO COME</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In days to come when, dumb, I’ll strum no more<br>rhymed witness to timed world where butterflies<br>still dance rare marbled patterns through fair skies -<br>when I’ll have sunk to rest unblessed before<br>enchantment fades – who’ll feel one penny poor? <br>Most, wor[l]dy-wise, ignore one poor demise, <br>for life continues as before - here lies<br>our irony, reflections poet pours<br>in [l]ink think themes on pixel pages’ scores<br>fade with ambitions one can’t realize, <br>when hopes unmet forget joy’s first surprise.<br>Self is both root and cause of fatal flaws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My memory, wax candle w[e]aned from flame, <br>may shadow search vain answers to Life’s game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">20 May 2005 revised 16 November 2006 and 25 March 2009 <br>robi03_1257_robi03_0000 SXX_DIZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>for previous versions see below variant of Unjaded Sparkle 6 July 1991 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Days to Come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In days to come when, dumb, I’ll bear no more<br>to Time rhymed witness, world where butterflies<br>still dance rare marbled patterns through fair skies -<br>when I’ll have sunk to rest twice blessed before<br>enchantment fades – who’ll feel one penny poor? <br>Most, wor[l]dy-wise, ignore one poor demise, <br>for life continues as before - here lies<br>our irony, reflections one would pour<br>in [l]ink think themes on pixel pages’ score<br>fade with ambitions one can’t realize, <br>when hopes unmet forget joy’s first surprise.<br>Within oneself is found the fatal flaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My memory - wax candle w[e]aned from flame, <br>while others, vain, search answers to Life’s game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">20 May 2005 and 16 November 2006 revised 23 November 2008 <br>- for previous versions see below </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In Days to Come </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In days to come when I may bear no more<br>to Time rhymed witness, world where butterflies<br>still dance rare marbled patterns through fair skies -<br>when I’ll have sunk to rest twice blessed before<br>enchantment fades – who’ll feel a cent more poor? <br>For most wor[l]d-wise, ignoring one demise, <br>Life bright or boring as before, - here lies<br>our irony, reflections one would pour<br>in [l]ink think on the pixel pages’ score<br>fade with ambitions, one can’t realize, <br>when hopes unmet forget their first surprise.<br>Within oneself is found the fatal flaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My memory - wax candle w[e]aned from flame, <br>while others, vain, search answers to Life’s game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>20 May 2005 and 16 November 2006 </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>In Days to Come</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In days to come when I may bear no more<br>to Time fair witness, world where butterflies<br>aloft dance marbled patterns in the skies -<br>next May, when I’ll have sunk to rest before<br>enchantment fades – who’ll feel a cent more poor? <br>Life will appear to who these verses buys<br>as bright or boring as before, - here lies<br>the irony, reflections one would pour<br>in ink upon the pixel pages’ score.<br>Ambitions fade, and libido, too, sighs<br>when hopes unmet one cannot realize, -<br>within oneself is found the fatal flaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life will for me be candle lost to flame, <br>for others, search for answers to its game.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">20 May 2005</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© Jonathan Robin</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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In days to come when, dumb, I’ll strum no more
rhymed witness to timed world where butterflies
still dance rare marbled patterns through fair skies -
when I’ll have sunk to rest unblessed before
enchantment fades – who’ll ..."></div>
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