<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461309" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Days That Matter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the past it was, <br>'What mattered the most.'<br>Everything was, 'a matter of fact.'<br>And I didn't, unless; <br>'It was a matter of comon sense.'<br>Handled of course<br>'In a succinct matter discretely.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now as the rays of the sun<br> Race away behind the clouds<br>As the shadows grow deeper<br> Across my days<br>And the west of my life<br> Glows gold and blue fades to gray<br>I'm left with this hollow feeling<br> whispering in my ear<br>Hissing asking; 'What really matters? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as I watch the last grains<br> Of a handfull of sand<br>Slide throughy fingers<br> that old saying echoes in my head<br>'It won't matter<br> In a hundred yeard.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Midnights+Voice">Midnights Voice</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=461309" data-title="The Days That Matter de Midnights Voice" data-description="In the past it was, 'What mattered the most.' Everything was, 'a matter of fact.' And I didn't, unless; 'It was a matter of comon sense.' Handled of course 'In a succinct matter discretely.' Now as the rays of the sun Race away behind the clou..."></div> </div> </div>

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