<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477149" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Pity.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hear the anger of spoiled youth, <br>With their hard words. <br>They have no pity. <br>Spewing out their bile<br>To mangle and eschew.<br>We live with their forbearance.<br>We the old and frail. <br>Who once like them<br>Gloried in the sun, <br>Were gods in our day.<br>Now we moulder<br>Like staues left out. <br>Too long in the tooth<br>We peal and crack. <br>Split by iron frost. <br>Weathered by rain.<br>Worn down, tired, by<br>Untenable trials of life.<br>Ah but our inner lives, <br>There we live again as gods, <br>To glory in the sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>P H Brookes Copyright 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Brookes">Paul Brookes</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=477149" data-title="No Pity. de Paul Brookes" data-description="Hear the anger of spoiled youth, With their hard words. They have no pity. Spewing out their bile To mangle and eschew. We live with their forbearance. We the old and frail. Who once like them Gloried in the sun, Were gods in our day. Now we ..."></div> </div> </div>

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