A Time Will Come - Poem by Jonathan ROBIN
A time will come when wor[l]ds still stand
Together and as good as read
In letters proud combine heart, head,
Mistakes avoiding - 'twould be grand.
'Exactly what we mean', as sand,
With time can change, black white, blue red
Instead can turn as streams their bed
Leave to flow into foreign land.
Let letters lie! For when they band,
Caxton's soldiers, made of lead,
Once woken, right, cannot be led!
Make music, mistakes, and hand in hand
Embrace true feelings, understand!
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