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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425668" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On his Previous Blindness - Parody John MILTON - On His Blindness</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I consider how my life's been spent<br>these whirling years in this dark world and wide, <br>with that one talent which my wits supplied<br>held in abeyance waiting for love s[c]ent<br>to blossom to true beauty, to present<br>the world with tribute due and bona fide, <br>I thank my stars I have not been denied<br>your love which none and nothing can prevent, <br>your love, where that of others is descent, <br>your love which above all on Earth I pride.<br>I thank 'coincidence' which did provide<br>the opportunity to be content.<br>When I consider this I understand<br>how two t[hr]o[ugh] one may flow, grow hand in hand! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(10 December 2001 after Jphn Milton see below for alternate version) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time Misspent<br>When I consider so much time misspent<br>these fifty years, I've little right to guide, -<br>such talent slight which tired wits supplied<br>suspended, in abeyance, impotent.<br>I tried to fight conformity, present<br>the world a contribution bona fide, -<br>I failed. The spirit is dissatisfied.<br>Some grief I wrought, feared fraudulent intent, <br>felt tenderness a threat - heart discontent.<br>Understanding free from bias, pride, <br>I'm thankful for, thank life which could provide<br>the opportunity to learn time lent<br>grants space to face oneself, to understand<br>how two should flow together, hand in hand..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(10 December 2001 after Jphn Milton see below for alternate version) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Our Blindness<br>When we consider all our freedoms lost<br>with HA! BE U.S.! Corpus of bush law, <br>black death to hide the whitewash when p'lice score<br>'gainst innocence ‘wrong place, wrong time' star-crossed, <br>One wonders, when our children count the cost<br>and, chiding, true account present before<br>Executive Privilege bolted door, <br>will they, when light denied, in prison tossed, <br>murmur &quot;God only needs assent Orwellian bossed! &quot;? <br>Man, chip embeddèd, acts recorded, sore<br>bearing harsh yoke, must serve where none ignore<br>C.C.T.V. controls come shine or frost. <br>They swerve too late who brake fair freedom's flow, <br>stand, wait, burn at State stake, want not to know …</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(15 May 2007 after John MILTON 1608_1674 On His Blindness) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">On his Blindness<br>When I consider how my light is spent<br>Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, <br>And that one talent which is death to hide<br>Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent<br>To serve therewith my Maker, and present<br>My true account, lest he returning chide, <br>'Doth God exact day-labour, light denied? '<br>I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent<br>That murmur, soon replies: 'God doth not need<br>Either man's work or his own gifts: who best<br>Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state<br>Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed<br>And post o'er land and ocean without rest: <br>They also serve who only stand and wait.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John MILTON 1608_1674</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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