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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365964" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Passing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The change, it comes so slowly<br>Like the winter of our lives, <br>It encroaches while we're playing, <br>While we're laughing with our wives, <br>As the children wave goodbye<br>The first brief chill will still the air, <br>And that silence settles on us<br>As they turn, and close the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then we stare long at each other<br>But we find no words to say, <br>You have been the faithful mother<br>That I married, back some way, <br>But I see your smile has faded<br>With the passing of the years, <br>And you turn your face away so I<br>Won't see that trace of tears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Are you thinking of that moment<br>When you held that new born child, <br>Of the joy of those first steps, or of<br>The day your baby smiled? <br>And the schooling and the learning<br>And the knees they brought home skinned, <br>Or the pride you took each time you watched<br>That graduation film.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I find my own thoughts turning<br>To those days before we wed, <br>To your awesome, breathless beauty<br>As you passed, and turned my head, <br>Of that first-time kiss I savoured<br>Out beneath the apple tree, <br>When I took you to my heart, and you<br>First said you wanted me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now we're grey, and more like shadows<br>Since the lust in us has died, <br>And we rarely touch each other<br>Since we turned to ash inside, <br>For the years of work and struggle<br>Took their toll on you and I, <br>And I hear you every evening as<br>You go outside to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All those dreams that ended shattered, <br>All those hopes that turned to tears, <br>Here we sit, both disillusioned<br>With the tolling of the years, <br>And we pass our friends unseeing<br>As we wander in the street, <br>We are ghosts, a long time passing<br>Now our story is complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are like the leaves of autumn<br>That have fallen from the trees, <br>Blowing through our days unspoken<br>With each passing, gentle breeze, <br>We will fade and be forgotten<br>In the long term way of things, <br>But we'll cling in desperation for <br>What each last moment brings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">25 November 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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Like the winter of our lives, 
It encroaches while we're playing, 
While we're laughing with our wives, 
As the children wave goodbye
The first brief chill will still the air, 
And that silence settles on us
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