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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391051" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Thirty-nine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hapless day! O wretched day!<br> I hoped you'd pass me by--<br>Alas, the years have sneaked away<br> And all is changed but I!<br>Had I the power, I would remand<br> You to a gloom condign,<br>But here you've crept upon me and<br> I--I am thirty-nine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, were I thirty-five, I could<br> Assume a flippant guise;<br>Or, were I forty years, I should<br> Undoubtedly look wise;<br>For forty years are said to bring<br> Sedateness superfine;<br>But thirty-nine don't mean a thing--<br> À bas with thirty-nine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You healthy, hulking girls and boys,--<br> What makes you grow so fast?<br>Oh, I'll survive your lusty noise--<br> I'm tough and bound to last!<br>No, no--I'm old and withered too--<br> I feel my powers decline<br>(Yet none believes this can be true<br> Of one at thirty-nine).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And you, dear girl with velvet eyes,<br> I wonder what you mean<br>Through all our keen anxieties<br> By keeping sweet sixteen.<br>With your dear love to warm my heart,<br> Wretch were I to repine;<br>I was but jesting at the start--<br> I'm glad I'm thirty-nine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So, little children, roar and race<br> As blithely as you can,<br>And, sweetheart, let your tender grace<br> Exalt the Day and Man;<br>For then these factors (I'll engage)<br> All subtly shall combine<br>To make both juvenile and sage<br> The one who's thirty-nine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, after all, I'm free to say<br> I would much rather be<br>Standing as I do stand to-day,<br>'Twixt devil and deep sea;<br>For though my face be dark with care<br> Or with a grimace shine,<br>Each haply falls unto my share,<br> For I am thirty-nine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis passing meet to make good cheer<br> And lord it like a king,<br>Since only once we catch the year<br> That doesn't mean a thing.<br>O happy day! O gracious day!<br> I pledge thee in this wine--<br>Come, let us journey on our way<br> A year, good Thirty-Nine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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 I hoped you'd pass me by--
Alas, the years have sneaked away
 And all is changed but I!
Had I the power, I would remand
 You to a gloom condign,
But here you've crept upon me and
 I--I am thirty-nine!

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