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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Will anybody care? 2010 Version</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hurt heart thumps through stark torrent's spew, pain's veins pump vain despair, <br>why wishing-well what world would do when one's no longer there? <br>Why worry who will bed or woo, misled wed base affair, <br>each age sends stage page scene anew, pent rage vents spleen, sad snare.<br> <br>Once wraith what faith may comfort, who contentment finds? Aware<br>are all their fall supplies no true rise paradise, skies fair. <br>Dank dark last leaves grieve hung with dew, shaved, stumpy trees stripped bare, <br>gibbering ghosts, grey-greenish hue shade shiver in sharp air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Options, once so bright and blue, too soon turn tarnish, wear<br>down most who must survive on crust, while some pad out lust's lair<br>beyond the dreams and rhyming schemes of blushing Baudelaire; <br>whored guilty conscience safely stored, bribes poured for greased palm tare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burnt bridge of sighs quite cuts in two split city's spirit spare, <br>and therefore, by extension, too, links life to - God knows where.<br>Wan lie acquaintanceships one knew, affection two should share, <br>while once exciting avenue of life seems impasse where<br>old vaunted haunts time's rimed review now daunts. For void prepare.<br> <br>Is life just bitter pill, missed cue unjustly swilled to bear<br>hate's weight, tears, fears untimely due where conscience cries beware! <br>Is life strife rife where favoured few waste privileges rare, <br>compared to who pimp scrimp limp through misfortunes most unfair? <br> <br>Is life rewarding revenue splurge surge merge urge shows heir, <br>or drudge through sludge where cudgel slew ambitions purged with hair.<br>Is life return bienvenue or one way ticket scare<br>descending into maggot stew or burned urn's ashen layer? <br> <br>Is life some sort of déjà vu, self-referencing stare<br>through mirror that, whate'er ensue, backs to black disrepair? <br>Is life sharp knife, fine furs, long queue, stores' gaudy glitter glare, <br>or superficial residue, fast sacrificed false flair? <br> <br>Is life's brief leaf, grief sheaf shoal reefed, half-hearted whole, farce flare, <br>or black hole disbelief, soul thief, ploughed under everywhere? <br>fixed rictus grin whose rigour grim begins tale's tail-end tear, <br>sin's karmic spin where lose not win cues feud forebear forswear? <br> <br>Is life pride ride soon set aside, tried sentenced, treatment square<br>too rarely met, signed with forget-me, knot loose noose to bear<br>until at last will's pain is cast to wind of change none share, <br>which willy-nilly blows away race, trace face-value's layer.<br> <br>Beware where ego's overblown for bonus billionaire<br>whose bogus option package acts as sham incentive, where<br>crass top brass brash lop-sided cash expend on solitaire<br>to grace cute hand who wedding band pretends was never there.<br> <br>Beware star system beaut's short skirts, beau's silk shirts, suits mohair, <br>soon boom turns bust must break both bank and back of proletaire<br>when pensions' dust proves worthless, earth polluted by oil flare: <br>as oil slick spreads some feather beds that nest eggs gilt prepare.<br> <br>Once whole, now sole, soul sees right through coal hole's lacklustre air<br>where honest labour's revenue few faithfully declare<br>as greed grinds need to feed seed funds, tax shelter debonnaire, <br>scheme pyramid, insider bid, mid hid guilt's laissez-faire. <br> <br>Forlorn men boxed, with scarce a clue, worn faces, torn white hair, <br>from uniformity of view hurt turns, spurned everywhere.<br>For future life, reborn anew, nor prayer, regret, nor dare, <br>splash, lonely bubbles, struggles through.<br>Will anybody care? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(10 November 2010)</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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Why worry who will bed or woo, misled wed base affair, 
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