And Frees Your Robot Mind (Little Wisdoms)
Iambic Heptameter Couplets (fourteen syllables--seven unstressed--seven stressed)
scansion of first line:
a/LIT/tle/TA/ken/IN/the/MID/dle/'TILL/you/HAVE/e/NOUGH
unstressed syllables: a/tle/ken/the/dle/you/e - seven unstressed syllables
STRESSED SYLLABLES: LIT/TA/IN/MID/TILL/HAVE/NOUGH - SEVEN STRESSED SYLLABLES
AND FREE'S YOUR ROBOT MIND (little wisdoms)
A little taken in the middle 'till you have enough:
but if you lose it at the limit things get kind of rough.
Then tides begin to rise with surges roaring out of tune.
The shore is slammed by tides too tough while stealing time too soon.
The cynic's anxious life relies on mastery of time.
These titan's of naivete make time the bottom line.
But nature poets highly versed, in season's change so well,
Are highly seasoned well in verse to let time show not tell.
The length of life need no acclaim to maximize the same:
For life is not the time of fire but time left to the flame.
Now prophets and philosophers are known to live long lives;
To mark each moment passed seems strange but that's how life survives.
To focus on forever is a foolish game to play;
Forever is that second lost when death takes you away.
Let life be based on every breath and count each one you take:
One day of breathing by the count gives life you did not make.
So practice simple principles like these and you will live
Enriched by new perceptive life which free's your soul to give.
When you know how to make each breath become a joy to find
It lifts you up and toward the light and free's your robot mind.
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