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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Age old issue! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Times were when an auto rickshaw<br>Drove over my dainty toes <br>I said ouch, there was a momentary pain; <br>Shouted and moved to the next lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Times were when I could wear stilettos, <br>And even walk on slippery snow.<br>When young, you set your limits<br>Couldn’t care and get away with it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, when my toe gets struck by a chair, <br>I end up with what they call a mild fracture.<br>Stay in bed, in a cast, hair dishevelled.<br>As the pain slowly up my spine travels.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One slice of pizza with tomato and cheese<br>And little bit of fried food with grease, <br>My belly aches and I long for a shut eye, <br>But sleep seems to have said good bye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No longer can go on my knees<br>Since have rheumatoid arthritis.<br>Body point blank says, I refuse<br>To forgive you, for all the misuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, there is little money can buy, <br>Just pills you swallow and cry.<br>When I groan, family leaves<br>In disdain; turns on the small screen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My son who lives overseas, <br>Calls and suggests a walking stick.<br>But Anika with her kind eyes, <br>Sits by my side to empathize.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We must order cushions for your feet, <br>Meanwhile let’s make a collage with dry leaves.<br>Pure love and innocence of my grand child, <br>Eases the pain to my delight I find.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inspired by Raj Nandy’s GRAY HAIRS</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark Twain: <br>Age is an issue of mind over matter.<br>If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">21.06.09</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q>
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Drove over my dainty toes 
I said ouch, there was a momentary pain; 
Shouted and moved to the next lane.

Times were when I could wear stilettos, 
And even walk on slippery snow.
When young, you set your limits
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