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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426131" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thesis, Antithesis, and Synthesis</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thesis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sixth age shifts to 'slipper'd pantaloon, <br>'shrunk shank and childish trebles in pipe'line, <br>slight space to trace ambitions in decline, <br>and 'hungry generations' tread' is no cartoon<br>reflected echo for sage or buffoon.<br>The die is cast, as pride before the fall<br>sends shadow shivers over summer's prime, <br>on autumn's outcome none now bet a dime<br>as winter wins blank cheque and blanker wall.<br>The voice for choice Alzheimer claims, no hand<br>stalls 'moving finger', makes up for time lacked, <br>signs devil's pact ensuring second act, -<br>the writing on that wall precedes Death's pall, -<br>leaves ten to add to three score then the night<br>draws curtains, guarantees no further flight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Antithesis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three hundred years ago few forty passed.<br>Men, wars, and women childbirth, both disease, <br>or accident, went west through fate's decrees, <br>forgotten faces breathed forgotten last. <br>Few now face sixty palsied and aghast, <br>for life expectancy at eighty sees<br>most in the West hale, hearty 'if you please! '<br>with those in lands less favoured long outcast.<br>Yet who now flirt with sixty's certainties<br>could well outlive old Nestor, breast Time's seas<br>with knowledge that activities which fast<br>faded, failed, in future may contrast<br>with fears for years and tears for biers, may 'seize<br>the day' with confidence that life<br>may buy more time amid this vail of strife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Synthesis</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sixty need not be point of no return, <br>maturity salutes a second spring, <br>welcomes unexpected joys within, <br>adds spice to life as onwards cycles turn.<br>Much hangs upon sustaining will to learn, <br>where voice for choice rings true, can span time's spin<br>enhancing both enjoyment, will to win, <br>While some soon snuff, still many candles burn<br>bright into night and true respect may earn. <br>There is no date of weight, no wait, no sin -<br>save disrespect for self - as trust may twin<br>with Time to eke new innings, spurn concern.<br>This sythesis still presupposes Man<br>must make his peace with Nature, excess ban! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(13 July 2007)</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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The sixth age shifts to 'slipper'd pantaloon, 
'shrunk shank and childish trebles in pipe'line, 
slight space to trace ambitions in decline, 
and 'hungry generations' tread' is no cartoon
reflected echo for sage or buffoon.
The die is cast..."></div>
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