Homespun - Birth Mirth Worth Girth Dearth Earth Berth Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

From dark to light, one cry, homespun.
Cot, tot, fine whine, youth vies at last
To rise, to shine, strength tries so fast
To test itself far, nigh, to run
Above the common sty or scrum,
Tries stratagems devised to cast,
With sun at zenith high, shade vast,
Ignores Time fleeting by. The sum?
Who fools are, who are wise, succumb.
Who true, who in disguise, outlast
The dreaded drum's surprise, stand fast
Can further innings try? Soon dumb!
Come night, tomb stark, done, lie forgot, time spun
From light doom dark one sigh, poor lot, rhyme done!