John T. Baker, Variations On A Common Theme</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=16.htm>John T. Baker</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Variations On A Common Theme</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>The poems that men pen live after them,<br>Their deeds may well be buried with their bones;<br>Full fresh the fragrance of an ode or hymn<br>Long after its creator lies unknown.<br>Soon grows the flesh infirm, the sinews weak,<br>Forever afterward the eyes must close;<br>Too fast the vigor drains from each physique<br>As age prepares the body for repose.<br>But words inspired abide, immune to death;<br>They live so long as generations read;<br>They wither not but yet retain their breath<br>When limbs lie still and veins no more can bleed.<br>All men in time must cross that final portal;<br>Their verses happily remain immortal. </b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>