<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413573" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Back to my roots for friend Bob</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun is setting on the sea.<br> It paints the restless waters red.<br>I sit alone solitary <br>and from my vantage point I see</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The sky darken to indigo<br>I sit alone and watch night fall.<br>I choose to stay although I know<br> that duty calls and I should go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back to the harsh reality<br> I have to cope with every day.<br>The endless noise of the city.<br>With which I feel no empathy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must suppose I’ll always be<br> the country boy that I once was<br>But driven by necessity<br>I left my home reluctantly.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no future there for me<br> No way to earn my daily bread<br>Just endless grinding poverty.<br>A prospect which I chose to flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was naïve and hopeful then.<br>I thought the city offered me<br>A better chance to start again<br>But sadly I was mistaken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The hungry city swallowed me.<br>I found a job which paid my way.<br>A porter in a mortuary<br>The ultimate in irony.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I served the dead to stay alive.<br>But every hour that I was free.<br>I needed fresh air to survive.<br>I took my car and I would drive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Out to the hill above the sea<br>to fill my lungs with fresh clean air.<br> And for a little while be free<br> from scents and sounds of the city.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I will retire very soon.<br>I think that I have earned the right.<br> To sit outside my door at noon<br>or if I choose to watch the moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall go back where I belong<br>Back to the open countryside.<br>Although I’m old I am still strong<br>I have no doubt I’ll get along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quite happily where I should be<br>I was not meant for city life.<br>I‘ll leave the city thankfully.<br>Retirement will set me free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">26/07/2009<br>http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</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=413573" data-title="Back to my roots for friend Bob de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="The sun is setting on the sea. It paints the restless waters red. I sit alone solitary and from my vantage point I see The sky darken to indigo I sit alone and watch night fall. I choose to stay although I know that duty calls and I should go..."></div> </div> </div>

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