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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408896" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Prime of Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">OH, the strength of the toil of those twenty years, with father, and master, and men!<br>And the clearer brain of the business man, who has held his own for ten:<br>Oh, the glorious freedom from business fears, and the rest from domestic strife!<br>The past is dead, and the future assured, and I’m in the prime of life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She bore me old, and they kept me old, and they worked me early and late;<br>I carried the loads of my selfish tribe, from seven to thirty eight:<br>I slaved with dad, in the dust and heat, that my brothers might enjoy—<br>But I rest to-day in the prime of life, and I’ll live and die a boy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the last crop failed, and the stock were gone, did the old man’s head go down?<br>No! he started business, on what was left, in the produce line in town.<br>They sent my brothers to boarding schools, when our way to the front we’d won—<br>They’d borrow, and borrow, but never had aught but contempt for the eldest son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brothers they went to the world away, and they left the home in strife.<br>They sowed wild oats in the pride of youth, and they pawned the prime of life.<br>They sowed too fast, and they sowed too far; and they came back one by one—<br>You couldn’t tell which is the eldest son and which is the youngest son.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I longed for a love that I could not claim, and a breath of the youth denied—<br>But I stuck to the store when the old man went, and the mater until she died:<br>With Job’s own sister and Satan’s aunt—good Lord! and the fiend’s own wife—<br>But I’m free of them now, it is no matter how, and I’m in the prime of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My brothers have turned respectable, and are steady as men can be:<br>The youngest and worst is a leading light—and he aims at reforming me!<br>But I lend and help, and I’ll fix them up, for I can’t but see with a sigh,<br>That the youngest, who left us a handsome boy, is an older man than I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it’s “Lord make us thankful” three times a day, before they eat their fill—<br>They can thank the Lord if they like, I say, but I reckon I pay the bill.<br>They feel independent, I’m glad to know, for if all I hear is true,<br>My brothers agree that I do no more than I have a right to do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’ll work in the store while I see the world, and I’ll let them share the till—<br>But I sail to-day, for a year away, to go wherever I will:<br>I sail with the woman who waited for me—old sweetheart; and brand new wife—<br>She is handsome and true, and she’s thirty-two—and I’m in the prime of life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For Capetown, and London, and Norraway, for Germany, Holland, and France,<br>For Switzerland, Italy—anywhere—for Greece, and for Egypt a glance,<br>For India, China, and “strange Japan”, for the East with mystery rife—<br>I have made enough, and I have my love—and I’m in the prime of life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Lawson">Henry Lawson</a><div class=q>
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