<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>George Jones Wonders</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When I was young,' said old George Jones<br> (And rumbling from his bearded lips,<br>His deep voice boomed in measured tones)<br>Them airyplanes an' motor-ships<br>Was never knowed in that far day.<br>The wind-blown craft that roamed the sea,<br>The stout draught horse, the bullock dray<br> Was quick enough for me like me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'We lived and toiled and fared not ill:<br>Life was a thing to be enjoyed.<br>We sold out crops and ate our fill,<br>And heard few tales of unemployed.<br>But, lately, like some secret flame,<br> This world beheld a puzzling thing;<br>Peace, progress, plenty - yet, too came<br>Want, idleness and suffering.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I asked a wine man from the town<br>Why, 'mid these riches, such ills are.<br>'Bad transport,' said he, with a frown,<br>And went off in his motor car.<br>I watched him racing down the road<br>To where, 'mid modern haste and fret,<br>This new world's tangled traffic flowed,<br>And scatched my head, more puzzled yet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Men say that times be mending now,<br>Maybe. But still they don't explain<br>This thing that worries me, somehow:<br>The more we get, the less we gain.<br>The more ships speed, the less they bring;<br>The more man has, the less he owns.<br>Why darn me! 'Tis a crazy thing!<br>It don't make sense,' said old George Jones.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357573" data-title="George Jones Wonders de Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis" data-description="'When I was young,' said old George Jones (And rumbling from his bearded lips, His deep voice boomed in measured tones) Them airyplanes an' motor-ships Was never knowed in that far day. The wind-blown craft that roamed the sea, The stout draught ..."></div> </div> </div>

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