<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Time and Distance</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inspiration outward bound<br>to sleep surrenders when the wheel<br>of fate turns luckless, still will reel, <br>like film slow motion stripped of sound, <br>as spirit tries to hold its ground.<br>Time and distance some say heal<br>aching heart with silent seal.<br>Distance, time, retain rebound<br>when someone else’s acts are found<br>too harsh. Time rarely will reveal<br>true cure for pain till Death’s cards deal<br>a last laugh rictus to confound<br>harsh stricture structures most invent<br>to soften life’s predicament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What first seemed wonder hazy turned<br>as generations went their way, <br>while meanings lost through time, decay, <br>wheeled to new weal to wield well earned<br>admiration seldom spurned.<br>Revered turns dog-eared, what seemed ray<br>divine's soon tarnished, as men say<br>'has had it's day', to dust returned.<br>Thus time and distance cycles churned<br>amaze then maze, truth seldom stays<br>in clear perspective, interplays<br>'O tempora, O mores' - urned.<br>Rumble crumbles humbled by<br>R.I.P. bye line: Time does fly! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O tempora, O mores' Cicero's First Oration against Catiline... mores pronounced with two syllables O what times! Oh what customs! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bye line: bye bye byline</div><div style="margin:10px 0">1 June 2000 slightly revised with second sonnet added 12 August 2009<br>robi03_0908_robi03_0000 SXX DZX </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>for previous version see below</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time and Distance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inspiration outward bound<br>to sleep surrenders when the wheel<br>of fate turns luckless, still will reel, <br>like film slow motion stripped of sound, <br>as spirit tries to hold its ground.<br>Time and distance some say heal<br>aching heart with silent seal.<br>Distance, time, retain rebound<br>when someone else’s acts are found<br>too harsh. Time rarely will reveal<br>true cure for pain till Death’s cards deal<br>a last laugh rictus to confound<br>the stricture structures most invent<br>to soften life’s predicament...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>1 June 2000</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time and Distance Poem © Jonathan Robin</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=426150" data-title="Time and Distance de Jonathan Robin" data-description="Inspiration outward bound to sleep surrenders when the wheel of fate turns luckless, still will reel, like film slow motion stripped of sound, as spirit tries to hold its ground. Time and distance some say heal aching heart with silent seal. Dis..."></div> </div> </div>

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