J. T. Baker, Circle of Sorrow</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=3.htm>J. 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>Circle of Sorrow</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Alone in my circle of sorrow,<br>Aloof from the cries of the crowd,<br>Where dreams and desires are discarded<br>And laughter is little allowed;<br>In silence securely sequestered,<br>Here sheltered from passion and pain,<br>I cling to this sterile existence,<br>Unmindful of sunshine or rain.<br>The Past but a curious relic,<br>The Future a murky mirage,<br>The Present a spurious painting,<br>A meaningless tawdry collage.<br>The days become nights without number,<br>Long vanished are pride and conceit;<br>I struggle no more but surrender,<br>My circle of sorrow complete.</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>