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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=409019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Written Afterwards</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the days of my tramping are over,<br>And the days of my riding are done—<br>I’m about as content as a rover<br>Will ever be under the sun;<br>I write, after reading your letter—<br>My pipe with old memories rife—<br>And I feel in a mood that had better<br>Not meet the true eyes of the wife. <br>You must never admit a suggestion<br>That old things are good to recall;<br>You must never consider the question:<br>‘Was I happier then, after all?’<br>You must banish the old hope and sorrow<br>That make the sad pleasures of life,<br>You must live for To-day and To-morrow<br>If you want to be just to the wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have changed since the first day I kissed her.<br>Which is due—Heaven bless her!—to her;<br>I’m respected and trusted—I’m ‘Mister,’<br>Addressed by the children as ‘Sir.’<br>And I feel the respect without feigning—<br>But you’d laugh the great laugh of your life<br>If you only saw me entertaining<br>An old lady friend of the wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">By-the-way, when you’re writing, remember<br>That you never went drinking with me,<br>And forget our last night of December,<br>Lest our sev’ral accounts disagree.<br>And, for my sake, old man, you had better<br>Avoid the old language of strife,<br>For the technical terms of your letter<br>May be misunderstood by the wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never hint of the girls appertaining<br>To the past (when you’re writing again),<br>For they take such a lot of explaining,<br>And you know how I hate to explain.<br>There are some things, we know to our sorrow,<br>That cut to the heart like a knife,<br>And your past is To-day and To-morrow<br>If you want to be true to the wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I believe that the creed we were chums in<br>Was grand, but too abstract and bold,<br>And the knowledge of life only comes in<br>When you’re married and fathered and old.<br>And it’s well. You may travel as few men,<br>You may stick to a mistress for life;<br>But the world, as it is, born of woman<br>Must be seen through the eyes of the wife. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">No doubt you are dreaming as I did<br>And going the careless old pace,<br>While my future grows dull and decided,<br>And the world narrows down to the Place.<br>Let it be. If my ‘treason’s’ resented,<br>You may do worse, old man, in your life;<br>Let me dream, too, that I am contented—<br>For the sake of a true little wife.</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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And the days of my riding are done—
I’m about as content as a rover
Will ever be under the sun;
I write, after reading your letter—
My pipe with old memories rife—
And I feel in a mood that had better
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