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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=523701" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Too late for amends</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is as though an unjust hand punished you<br>As if the Adlerian guiltless position in the constellation wasn't enough<br> toppling you from a pedestal</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You were groomed for position<br>   for heading a family<br> vacated by the head himself<br>   out of time</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So they protected you<br>  pampered you<br> the custom required it</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> there were sisters whose dowries you were supposed to earn<br> there were grounds whose circumferences you were designated to crush<br>there were centuries and goals you were bound to knock with stick and bat<br> there were exams you were deemed to sail through<br> there were jobs you were merely to inherit on merit</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The second son was sacrificed<br> He was too close a second<br>They turned a deaf eye to your sacrificial deeds<br>   the suffocating cries </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Work on what has been spoiled by the father and the mother.'<br>    -Hexagram 18-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Other hands worked on the second son<br>Other sacrifices nearly came to pass  <br>Fierce jungles<br> swirling muddy rivers<br>   stalking cobras<br>  poisonous thorns<br>  aboriginal hunters<br> even your suffocating arms to lock the broken neck<br>   fresh from a hanging</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> These worked<br>  where the mother and father failed<br> and instilled a wish for survival in your Abel</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> How could you be blamed for being the first born boy<br>  if the second took longer to arrive<br> or instead came as a baby girl</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Neither parent may be faulted<br>How could either have known or foreseen<br>Your traversing of the desert<br>   alone<br> often in shame<br>  in fear of being found out</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You kept your back straight<br>You honoured your position<br>You wore that air of masterfulness<br>    in your stride<br> in your respect for the meek for the fairer sex<br> in your willingness to come to the aid of the needy<br>in your alas mind's reach<br> bereft of the means to give it authority</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> In your own mind<br>  you had wandered far<br> as far and beyond the distances of your strides<br>  within three posts four walls open ground and air<br> you never bothered with approving thumps on the back<br> nor the little-watched heroic actions on some turf<br> nor did you recount these match-winning feats<br>     in a thirst for applause</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> You were the quintessential sportsman<br>You played your last game alone<br>   far away from your folk<br> You had no wish for a farewell</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet you are mourned in pain by all<br> <br>Dedicated to T. Ganesan (1931-1985) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(© T.Wignesan 1993, Paris, April 14,1993; from the collection: back to background material,1993]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=T.+Wignesan">T. Wignesan</a><div class=q>
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As if the Adlerian guiltless position in the constellation wasn't enough
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 vacated by the head himself
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