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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355799" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Hourglass</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a going to waste that befalls us: <br>it is not in weight gained<br>it is not in vices taking toll—<br>it is not in the drag of having to work mostly<br>of there being more effort than reward, <br>of there being more strikes than hits—<br>it is not in debts, mortgages and bills nesting in heads<br>in family feuds over paper fetishes, <br>in the fronting of your marriage, <br>in the sharing your bed with a stranger<br>night after night after night—<br>in having no children, <br>being infertile or having had a miscarriage, <br>or having your children grow up, <br>the proceeding losing of touch—<br>it is not in the gaunt look of beauty once upon a time<br>and the lame attempt at keeping up face<br>of keeping up with a dress or with a watch—<br>it is not in wanting prestige but not getting it, <br>or acquiring it, but growing numb to it, <br>or in answering 'better than ever'—<br>it is not the let down of goals set and achieved<br>to then setting up new ones, <br>or in shattered dreams of shattering repetition<br>or the let down if they ever come true, <br>the futility of it all—<br>it is not the constraining of political maneuvers <br>inasmuch as it delivers people, <br>or in empowering you as you debase them—<br>it is not when spiritual paths dropp you where you left off, <br>when an awakening is only another way of being asleep, <br>perhaps more soundly—<br>it is not in the aging, <br>in memories warmer than reality, <br>in watching new generations go to waste alongside you, <br>in a grief, adjunct, <br>with everyone around you dying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no, the befalling of waste comes<br>from the oxymoron of self-fulfillment, <br>and ignoring our rightful position, <br>and moving on nonchalant, <br>while trying to take everything down with you—<br>because of the inevitable fact<br>that it will be<br>that it is<br>that it was<br>all<br>in vain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Chris+Jelens">Chris Jelens</a><div class=q>
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it is not in weight gained
it is not in vices taking toll—
it is not in the drag of having to work mostly
of there being more effort than reward, 
of there being more strikes than hits—
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