<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419377" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Meeting</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today I met a very old friend<br>I hadn't seen in years; <br>We sat and poured out memories<br>Into each other's ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We swapped a hundred stories<br>Of how we'd fared since school, <br>When he had been so clever, <br>And I had seemed a fool.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said he recollected<br>How he remembered me, <br>And what I used to look like<br>When we were in 3 B.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I don't suppose he realized<br>That he had changed as well; <br>He didn't give it any thought<br>As far as I could tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Howard looked so different, <br>His hair as grey as ash; <br>It lent the man a genteel air, <br>As did his grey moustache.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friend was once a business man, <br>Successful in his field; <br>But I possessed no bank-account, <br>Nor any power to wield.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And manifest upon the brow<br>Of Howard Jones, my friend, <br>Were lonely lines of worry<br>No money could amend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For happiness cannot be bought<br>No matter what men say; <br>And Howard was a loser<br>With no jokers left to play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The joy of power and money<br>Had filled his greedy heart, <br>'Til Howard and his 'happiness'<br>One day, like we, did part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written May 1995</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Carter+Brown">John Carter Brown</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=419377" data-title="The Meeting de John Carter Brown" data-description="Today I met a very old friend I hadn't seen in years; We sat and poured out memories Into each other's ears. We swapped a hundred stories Of how we'd fared since school, When he had been so clever, And I had seemed a fool. He said he recollec..."></div> </div> </div>

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