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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425864" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Resignation 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To tie me to this tiresome task no reasons real remain, <br>save sloth, indignity, and, worse, profit from fortune's fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four years, for five percent or more, of French employers' fee<br>I've tried my best in boursing chore, unbiased, all agree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now to be frank, no more for Franc I'll beat the Bourse for bores, <br>no more for petty Pound to pound from Terme to Cash for cash its floors</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fight against inflation here, to halt it is a cause, <br>that fight will fail, or I'm no seer, the die thats cast has flaws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here socialistic cats appear with communistic claws<br>well poised to spring, elections near, to crush France in their jaws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twixt capitals I did commute for Capital to please, <br>their confidence has no true root, for few or none believes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the creed that throughout history has formed the Will to try, <br>encouraging humanity to moon, Mars, stars and sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incentive and innovation passwords to progress are, <br>omit the one, the other's done, - whoever is in power.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until today, to say't seems strange, I served, nor tempted fate, <br>again I'll shed my skin to change, ... and then...? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(28 November 1976 robi3_0124_robi3_0000) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Resignation<br>To tie me to this tiresome task<br>no reasons real remain, <br>save sloth, indignity, and worse, <br>profit from fortune's fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Although for ten percent and less<br>of someone else's fees<br>I've brought of my unbiased best, -<br>as everyone agrees, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">now to be frank, no more for Franc<br>I'll beat the bourse for bores, <br>no more for petty pound to pound<br>from Terme to Cash for cash its floors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All things must have an end, their term<br>soon past, their liquidation<br>won't last, from first to last I spurn<br>this cycle of the nation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twixt capitals I do commute<br>for Capital to please.<br>Their confidence has no real root, <br>not one of them believes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">philosophy that history<br>provided wings to fly<br>to men and to humanity<br>on out towards the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Incentive and innovation<br>passwords to progress are, -<br>omit the one, the other(s done, <br>whoever is in power! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fight against inflation here<br>has now become a cause! <br>That fight will fail, or I'm no seer -<br>the die cast has sore flaws.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The higher rates of interest rise<br>in France and the Free World, <br>the less the interest that me ties, <br>let tragedy unfold! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As shares slide sideways, slip and slump, <br>while every worker wails; <br>Spiral of Progress is the rump, -<br>philosophic entrails.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The present spurs too fast, betimes, <br>men move as in a trance, <br>and though they talk of hope, betimes, <br>they look on in askance.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since our societal system, <br>like Heaven, few have faith in, <br>nor faith retain in fellow men, <br>we race to wrack and ruin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here have I fought with might and main<br>to force my firm to face<br>the future, but all is in vain<br>soon it will be too late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until today, to say seems strange, <br>I slaved, nor tempted fate.<br>I soon shall shed my skin and change, <br>and then.....? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(5 July 1974 robi3_0013_robi3_0000)</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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