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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472537" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Archbishop And Gil Blas</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A MODERNIZED VERSION</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray,<br>But so are many young folks; I meet 'em every day.<br>I confess I 'm more particular in what I eat and drink,<br>But one's taste improves with culture; that is all it means, I think.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Can you read as once you used to?_ Well, the printing is so bad,<br>No young folks' eyes can read it like the books that once we had.<br>_Are you quite as quick of hearing?_ Please to say that once again.<br>_Don't I use plain words, your Reverence?_ Yes, I often use a cane,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But it's not because I need it,--no, I always liked a stick;<br>And as one might lean upon it, 't is as well it should be thick.<br>Oh, I'm smart, I'm spry, I'm lively,--I can walk, yes, that I can,<br>On the days I feel like walking, just as well as you, young man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Don't you get a little sleepy after dinner every day?_<br>Well, I doze a little, sometimes, but that always was my way.<br>_Don't you cry a little easier than some twenty years ago?_<br>Well, my heart is very tender, but I think 't was always so.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Don't you find it sometimes happens that you can't recall a name?_<br>Yes, I know such lots of people,--but my memory 's not to blame.<br>What! You think my memory's failing! Why, it's just as bright and clear,<br>I remember my great-grandma! She's been dead these sixty year!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Is your voice a little trembly?_ Well, it may be, now and then,<br>But I write as well as ever with a good old-fashioned pen;<br>It 's the Gillotts make the trouble,--not at all my finger-ends,--<br>That is why my hand looks shaky when I sign for dividends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Don't you stoop a little, walking?_ It 's a way I 've always had,<br>I have always been round-shouldered, ever since I was a lad.<br>_Don't you hate to tie your shoe-strings?_ Yes, I own it--that is true.<br>_Don't you tell old stories over?_ I am not aware I do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat_<br>_In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on your feet?_<br>_Don't you wear warm fleecy flannels? Don't you muffle up your throat_<br>_Don't you like to have one help you when you're putting on your coat?_</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Don't you like old books you've dogs-eared, you can't remember when?_<br>_Don't you call it late at nine o'clock and go to bed at ten?_<br>_How many cronies can you count of all you used to know_<br>_Who called you by your Christian name some fifty years ago?_</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_How look the prizes to you that used to fire your brain?_<br>_You've reared your mound-how high is it above the level plain?_<br>_You 've drained the brimming golden cup that made your fancy reel,_<br>_You've slept the giddy potion off,--now tell us how you feel!_</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_You've watched the harvest ripening till every stem was cropped,_<br>_You 've seen the rose of beauty fade till every petal dropped,_<br>_You've told your thought, you 've done your task, you've tracked your<br>dial round,_<br>--I backing down! Thank Heaven, not yet! I'm hale and brisk and sound,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And good for many a tussle, as you shall live to see;<br>My shoes are not quite ready yet,--don't think you're rid of me!<br>Old Parr was in his lusty prime when he was older far,<br>And where will you be if I live to beat old Thomas Parr?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">_Ah well,--I know,--at every age life has a certain charm,_--<br>_You're going? Come, permit me, please, I beg you'll take my arm._<br>I take your arm! Why take your arm? I 'd thank you to be told<br>I 'm old enough to walk alone, but not so _very_ old!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Wendell+Holmes">Oliver Wendell Holmes</a><div class=q>
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I DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware I'm rather gray,
But so are many young folks; I meet 'em every day.
I confess I 'm more particular in what I eat and drink,
But one's taste improves with culture; that is all it mea..."></div>
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