Fallen is Star - 1053 - Initial Version of Downfall
Fallen is star which once brightly
and clear from the firmament shone,
no trace now remains as Time lightly
grieves over life's leaves ever gone.
Whoever would compromise slightly
with principles from life's staff spun
presents an impression unsightly
some pity, some spurn, and most shun.
Ideals threading vision so knightly
no gleam still retain - what begun
in trust rusts unfinished, so rightly
forgotten, ignored and undone.
Though today some may say hale and sprightly
‘tomorrow holds promise' - yet none
would relinquish that tether held tightly,
soon Time's drops spill, all's still, distance run.
(28 November 2004)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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