Life Is Only Mirage Play Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Life Is Only Mirage Play



Little link who thinks he thinks
Is man whose game is soon forgotten
Finite term to berth birth inks
Extended lease proves parchment rotten.

Idyllic love is mirage shown
So often that the picture painted

Overrated proves, seed blown -
Now here, now there, with toxin tainted.
Leaf falls aground for love besotten
Years' tears on mortal skating rinks

May stumble fourscore fears till cotton
In winding sheet swathes pallid stinks.
[R]AGE little serves, what joys are earned
[P]LAY till stage spotlight's eye is turned.

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(18 August 2013)
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