<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403145" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Day that is Dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, Jack! Time finds us feeble men,<br> And all too swift our years have flown.<br>The days are different now to then -<br> In that time when we rode ten stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The minstrel when his mem'ry goes<br> To old times, tunes a doleful lay -<br>Comparing modern nags with those<br> Which Lee once bred down Bathurst way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The type to-day's a woeful weed,<br> Which lacks the stoutness, strength and bone<br>Of horses they were wont to breed<br> In those days - when we rode ten stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But all of us remorseless Fate<br> O'ertakes, and as the years roll on<br>Our saddles carry extra weight,<br> And old age mourns the keenness gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The young ones, too - 'mong men, I mean -<br> Watch not the sires from whom they've sprung,<br>They nowadays are not so keen<br> As when we - and the world - were young.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They've neither nerve nor seat to suit<br> The back of Paddy Ryan's roar -<br>That wall-eyed, vicious, bucking brute<br> You rode - when you could ride ten stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But, Johnny, ere we 'go to grass' -<br> Ere angel wings are fledged to fly -<br>With wine we'll fill a bumper glass,<br> And drink to those good times gone by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>We've had our day - 'twill not come back!<br> But, comrade mine, this much you'll own,<br>'Tis something to have had it, Jack-<br> That time when we could ride ten stone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harry+%27Breaker%27+Harbord+Morant">Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant</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=403145" data-title="The Day that is Dead de Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant" data-description="Ah, Jack! Time finds us feeble men, And all too swift our years have flown. The days are different now to then - In that time when we rode ten stone. The minstrel when his mem'ry goes To old times, tunes a doleful lay - Comparing modern nags ..."></div> </div> </div>

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