Towards... Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Few taggers on the train of Time
imprint theiir marks in prose or rhyme,
most coast anonymous, must spend -
from the beginning to the end -
suspended sentences - point sub-lime.
Unechoed pseudo phantomimes
soon sink, forgotten none extend
nor can enlightened message send
to those who challenge time, still climb
towards...

28 October 1992 revised 27 November 2008 revised 8 January 2022

TOWARDS...

Few taggers on the train of Time
may leave theiir marks in prose or rhyme,
but most, anonymous, must spend -
from the beginning to the end -
their lives as mummies - point sub-lime.
Unechoed imprint phantomimes
soon sink, forgotten in
can an enlightened message send
to those who chose to continue climb
towards...

28 October 1992 revised 27 November 2008

for previous version see below

TOWARDS...
A tagger on the train of Time
may leave his mark in prose or rhyme,
but most, anonymous, must spend -
from the beginning to the end -
their lives as mummies - point sub-lime.
No imprint of their phantomime
echoes for long, bucks Lethe's trend,
can an enlightened message send
to those who chose to continue climb
towards...




28 October 1992 revised 27 November 2008