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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=384262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Grey Mood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we hurry away to the end, my friend, <br> Of this sad little farce called existence, <br>We are sure that the future will bring one thing, <br> And that is the grave in the distance.<br>And so when our lives run along all wrong, <br> And nothing seems real or certain, <br>We can comfort ourselves with the thought (or not) <br> Of that spectre behind the curtain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But we haven’t much time to repine or whine, <br> Or to wound or jostle each other; <br>And the hour for us each is to-day, I say, <br> If we mean to assist a brother.<br>And there is no pleasure that earth gives birth, <br> But the worry it brings is double; <br>And all that repays for the strife of life, <br> Is helping some soul in trouble.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tell you, if I could go back the track<br> To my life’s morning hour, <br>I would not set forth, seeking name or fame, <br> Or that poor bauble called power.<br>I would be like the sunlight, and live to give; <br> I would lend, but I would not borrow; <br>Nor would I be blind and complain of pain, <br> Forgetting the meaning of sorrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This world is a vaporous jest at best, <br> Tossed off by the gods in laughter; <br>And a cruel attempt at wit were it<br> If nothing better came after.<br>It is reeking with hearts that ache and break, <br> Which we ought to comfort and strengthen, <br>As we hurry away to the end, my friend, <br> And the shadows behind us lengthen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ella+Wheeler+Wilcox">Ella Wheeler Wilcox</a><div class=q>
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 Of this sad little farce called existence, 
We are sure that the future will bring one thing, 
 And that is the grave in the distance.
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