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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Child Within The Man {When Crossroads Connect}</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossroads splitting 'neath July's late sun, <br>like a silent tremor, <br>four streets meet, <br>and it's time for decision-<br>where to go now. <br>Looking for alternate roads, <br>sun dying fast, <br>narrowing paths and options. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see a bridge beyond and 'neath <br>a backdrape of golden <br>trimmed burgandy; <br>high sunset bleeding <br>into evenings mergence, <br>like a virgin falling, <br>falling- <br>falling to her knees <br>slowly, softly- <br>to her knees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wait for sunsets torch pass <br>to twilight, such nuance <br>of final subtle change of light, <br>enabling me to find a path...<br>and take me home. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, the 'wait' seemed as endless time- <br>endless time; <br>made my mind drift away -<br>from logical concepts, <br>my world of command-<br>and inexplicably...I was a child again, <br>approaching the Bridge and grinning<br>at the illusive kaleidoscopics above, <br>dripping from the sky.....<br>like strawberry syrup.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Darkness free from daylights womb, <br>smothering twilights breath<br>in concert with three-quarters Moon -<br>resurrecting light to the nascent eve.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And upon a closer look, i see-<br>that these crossroads ne'er split, at all; <br>ne'er at all; <br>that the abstract drip of Sunset <br>had merely cast deception <br>on the roads roughshod pavement <br>i'd attempted to negotiate, <br>as all men tend to do! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And i saw all this, as a child <br>with limited logic, or so it seemed; <br>which made me wonder <br>how i'd find my way home, <br>now that the child within, <br>had left me to become -<br>a well versed man of judgement, <br>a man of good judgement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Makes me wonder, still, 'bout many other things, <br>as a man of head-strong conviction, <br>as opposed to the boy at the crossroads, <br>who saw Life with open-mind and eye's, <br>knowing somehow, there was a way home, <br>by following the familiar lights ahead, <br>taking in its shades and colours.<br>Hope this boy does not grow up too fast, <br>for i have so much to learn from him...., <br>before he becomes me...<br>becomes me...<br>becomes.<br>_________________ F j R__________________</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+James+Ryan+Jr.">Frank James Ryan Jr.</a><div class=q>
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like a silent tremor, 
four streets meet, 
and it's time for decision-
where to go now. 
Looking for alternate roads, 
sun dying fast, 
narrowing paths and options. 

I see a bridge beyond and 'neath 
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