Resignation 2
To tie me to this tiresome task no reasons real remain,
save sloth, indignity, and, worse, profit from fortune's fame.
Four years, for five percent or more, of French employers' fee
I've tried my best in boursing chore, unbiased, all agree.
Now to be frank, no more for Franc I'll beat the Bourse for bores,
no more for petty Pound to pound from Terme to Cash for cash its floors
The fight against inflation here, to halt it is a cause,
that fight will fail, or I'm no seer, the die thats cast has flaws.
Here socialistic cats appear with communistic claws
well poised to spring, elections near, to crush France in their jaws.
Twixt capitals I did commute for Capital to please,
their confidence has no true root, for few or none believes
the creed that throughout history has formed the Will to try,
encouraging humanity to moon, Mars, stars and sky.
Incentive and innovation passwords to progress are,
omit the one, the other's done, - whoever is in power.
Until today, to say't seems strange, I served, nor tempted fate,
again I'll shed my skin to change, ... and then...?
(28 November 1976 robi3_0124_robi3_0000)
Resignation
To tie me to this tiresome task
no reasons real remain,
save sloth, indignity, and worse,
profit from fortune's fame.
Although for ten percent and less
of someone else's fees
I've brought of my unbiased best, -
as everyone agrees,
now to be frank, no more for Franc
I'll beat the bourse for bores,
no more for petty pound to pound
from Terme to Cash for cash its floors.
All things must have an end, their term
soon past, their liquidation
won't last, from first to last I spurn
this cycle of the nation.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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