Jonathan ROBIN - Taste Mortality

T he café on the corner’s closing down,
A non its fame will fade outside old file,
S o though its image some retain a while,
T here’s so much else thats happening in Town.
E vensong, - Time’s strong, tide soon shall drown
M emories once references, - the aisles
O f close-set tables, high-tea served in style,
R ecalled those days gone by of ballroom gown.
T o tempt not fate is to stagnate, or clown, -
A ll aspects of existence are worthwhile.
L et not your heart know pettiness or guile.
I n all things live, ignoring vain renown.
T hen Life, its own reward, may reconcile
Y ou to yourself, however Fate may smile.

Jonathan ROBIN

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