<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425503" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Leftovers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LEFTOVERS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know that we were meant to be -<br>we know we feel we feel we know.<br>Once free, at sea now, few find key<br>decoding life’s vibrating flow<br>‘until no more of me and thee’<br>is sought within united glow<br>of what forgotten history<br>omitted from Man’s archives - so<br>little left to memory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today here, see tomorrow flee, <br>earth's limbo, over, only crow<br>enjoys leftover pickings – tree<br>of life’s vain strife. No merry-go-<br>round but mirror fragility.<br>For fleeting hour before we go<br>who tunes into the mystery<br>of life’s timed rondo fast and s[l]ow<br>with some degree of certainty? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The past: lost in primaeval sea, <br>whose glory stony strata show<br>has hardened like an artery<br>fossilized when vertigo <br>toppled pride's ride which paid fee<br>for crass complacency. Below, <br>find species seeking primacy<br>that suffered an extinctive blow, <br>untuned to evolution's key.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grim future looms. Eternity: <br>climactic challenges' gloom grow<br>daily greater globally, <br>imbalance plain to friend and foe.<br>Origins enigma, we<br>beyond time spectrum seek although<br>no proof forthcoming teaches free<br>will span from slime of long ago<br>to rhyme sublime humanity. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 June 2005 revised 16 January 2008 </div><div style="margin:10px 0">robi03_1289_robi03_0000 XXX_ENZ</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LEFTOVERS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We know that we were meant to be -<br>we know we feel we feel we know.<br>Once free, at sea now, few find key<br>decoding life’s vibrations’ flow<br>‘until no more of me and thee’<br>is sought within united glow<br>of what forgotten history<br>omitted from Man’s archives - so<br>little left to memory.<br>Life’s limbo, over, only crow<br>enjoys leftover pickings – tree<br>of life’s vain strife. No merry-go-<br>round but mirror fragility.<br>For fleeting hour before we go<br>who tunes into the mystery<br>of life’s timed rondo fast and s[l]ow<br>with some degree of certainty? <br>communicates, shows how to grow<br>from slime to rhyme humanity...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan Robin - 25 June 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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425503" data-title="Leftovers de Jonathan Robin" data-description="LEFTOVERS We know that we were meant to be - we know we feel we feel we know. Once free, at sea now, few find key decoding life’s vibrating flow ‘until no more of me and thee’ is sought within united glow of what forgotten history omitted f..."></div> </div> </div>

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