<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399024" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On Fridays he’d open a six-pack of beer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Fridays he’d open a six-pack of beer, <br>after coming home <br>would tear the wrapping from them, <br>and sit on the porch with his white vest<br>stretching over his huge chest<br>and there were distant thoughts in his eyes, <br>long forgotten memories coming back, <br>sweat running down his face and cheeks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the foam of icy Castle Lager was on his lips<br>and the silence had a funny way<br>of talking to me, <br>telling things about heartache, chances lost, <br>while he was trying to chill out</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the man in vest and shorts<br>drinking his bear on the porch, <br>I couldn’t really comprehend<br>and the blue tattoos on his arms<br>told their own stories<br>of a converted hippie, a man converted<br>to the responsibilities of life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he was convinced<br>that my stories, my poems<br>would not lead anywhere<br>and I saw a man<br>who had lost <br>the words, the poems<br>that he once wrote</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and he watched the setting sun, <br>the awakening stars<br>trying to catch the magic<br>of the moment.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</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=399024" data-title="On Fridays he’d open a six-pack of beer de Gert Strydom" data-description="On Fridays he’d open a six-pack of beer, after coming home would tear the wrapping from them, and sit on the porch with his white vest stretching over his huge chest and there were distant thoughts in his eyes, long forgotten memories coming..."></div> </div> </div>

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