<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=441385" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Quicker Than a Wick</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those days that come, <br>With a visiting from darkness.<br>Seem to stay with us forever, <br>When we are young.<br>And too impatient to wait, <br>For our dreams to come true.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some young people become distant, <br>And disrespectful.<br>With a doing of things regretted.<br>When days thought long and went on and on, <br>To become compared to minutes lived...<br>When aging done seems like a race to the finish line.<br>And those days that come with a visiting...<br>From darkness seem to remind us, <br>Our stay in the present days...<br>Are not for us in a foreverness to be remembered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we are young and many adventuresome...<br>And too impatient to wait, <br>For our dreams to come true.<br>Some sat in a brooding.<br>Not knowing what to do.<br>But choose to be insolent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then they do! Come true. Those dreams.<br>Although...<br>We seldom do realize it.<br>Until we've matured and reflect upon what has visited.<br>And why we were so concern to rush through a life, <br>Quicker than a wick can burn through wax...<br>To provide the darkness to be the canvas, <br>Of etched shadows cast.<br>To eventually end the flickering, <br>Of candlelight to leave silent our voices.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</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=441385" data-title="Quicker Than a Wick de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="Those days that come, With a visiting from darkness. Seem to stay with us forever, When we are young. And too impatient to wait, For our dreams to come true. Some young people become distant, And disrespectful. With a doing of things regrette..."></div> </div> </div>

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