Jonathan ROBIN Poems

P ress progress, profess
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W e come this way just once as Fate prepares
E ffect and Cause to synchronize one chance
C ombining opportunity, advance,
O ffers options, often unawares.
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Though here we play as much as praise
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Can promise friendship fresh personnifies
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An all-consuming need
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A thought wave on the wings of Time
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I was stem, I was thorn, I was rose,
I was leaf, I was grief which arose
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Modest maiden bashful blinks.
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Exacting wrinkled tribute line by line,
Time moulds the tale of each unfolding year,
Entrancing for a spell, til tumbling tear
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Lost time by Time will never be returned,
Use every moment to the full, - you’ll see
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