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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=477957" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When The Old Man Smokes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the forenoon's restful quiet,<br>When the boys are off at school,<br>When the window lights are shaded<br>And the chimney-corner cool,<br>Then the old man seeks his armchair,<br>Lights his pipe and settles back;<br>Falls a-dreaming as he draws it<br>Till the smoke-wreaths gather black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the tear-drops come a-trickling<br>Down his cheeks, a silver flow--<br>Smoke or memories you wonder,<br>But you never ask him,--no;<br>For there 's something almost sacred<br>To the other family folks<br>In those moods of silent dreaming<br>When the old man smokes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, perhaps he sits there dreaming<br>Of the love of other days<br>And of how he used to lead her<br>Through the merry dance's maze;<br>How he called her 'little princess,'<br>And, to please her, used to twine<br>Tender wreaths to crown her tresses,<br>From the 'matrimony vine.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then before his mental vision<br>Comes, perhaps, a sadder day,<br>When they left his little princess<br>Sleeping with her fellow clay.<br>How his young heart throbbed, and pained him!<br>Why, the memory of it chokes!<br>Is it of these things he 's thinking<br>When the old man smokes?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But some brighter thoughts possess him,<br>For the tears are dried the while.<br>And the old, worn face is wrinkled<br>In a reminiscent smile,<br>From the middle of the forehead<br>To the feebly trembling lip,<br>At some ancient prank remembered<br>Or some long unheard-of quip.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the lips relax their tension<br>And the pipe begins to slide,<br>Till in little clouds of ashes,<br>It falls softly at his side;<br>And his head bends low and lower<br>Till his chin lies on his breast,<br>And he sits in peaceful slumber<br>Like a little child at rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear old man, there 's something sad'ning,<br>In these dreamy moods of yours,<br>Since the present proves so fleeting,<br>All the past for you endures.<br>Weeping at forgotten sorrows,<br>Smiling at forgotten jokes;<br>Life epitomized in minutes,<br>When the old man smokes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Paul+Laurence+Dunbar">Paul Laurence Dunbar</a><div class=q>
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When the boys are off at school,
When the window lights are shaded
And the chimney-corner cool,
Then the old man seeks his armchair,
Lights his pipe and settles back;
Falls a-dreaming as he draws it
Till the smoke-..."></div>
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