<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425890" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rubaiyat of Ghosts</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One can, who strangers scan, too few admire, <br>as most play ghosts deprived of phantom choir, <br>tripping, tripping up, upon life’s board, <br>stillborn refuting intimate desire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In game of give and take what ranks the higher<br>self-interest or charity? Enquire<br>about ambitions intimate, bond word, <br>suspicion from the shadows whispers: 'Liar! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most men as puppets dance upon a wire<br>taut from birth to death, - as seller, buyer, <br>taught to act and not to BE - Fate’s sword<br>to dust must sooner, later, each retire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So few dare seek far stars, less dare aspire<br>for freedom, seldom search above their mire, <br>for seventy or eighty years life’s cord<br>they eke out, seldom seeking something higher.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A burning bush survived the blazing fire, <br>and witness stands to Time the purifier -<br>yet oil on troubled waters oft is poured<br>by those who spurn each prophet as a liar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is too short. Who’d play the poet’s lyre<br>must tame the vagrant strings, the versifier<br>tunes into harmony whose every chord<br>responds to inspiration all desire.</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=425890" data-title="Rubaiyat of Ghosts de Jonathan Robin" data-description="One can, who strangers scan, too few admire, as most play ghosts deprived of phantom choir, tripping, tripping up, upon life’s board, stillborn refuting intimate desire. In game of give and take what ranks the higher self-interest or charity..."></div> </div> </div>

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