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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Man Sat Shaking</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The old man sat shaking faintly in his chair, <br>Thinking of his past and a lady fair.<br>Of past victories and frequent defeats, <br>Of the winners, the losers and some cheats.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through tinted windows watches the gums grey, <br>As they pitch with the breeze and sway.<br>Leafy greens on boughs that move and conduct, <br>He thought this is something only God could construct.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The music of the day was delightfully operatical, <br>Moreover, that his life, he thought was poetical.<br>He delighted in the music that was his life, <br>Some of this wondrous, other sounds of strife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In his day he entered the ring fight for a pound or two, <br>Kid Galahad fought to go for more than a round or two.<br>Depression called for men to find work in differing ways, <br>So over night he learnt to cook bread and drive a dray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He carried his swag between towns and farms, <br>Chopped wood, cooked bread, raised fist and arms. <br>He drunk too hard most Saturday nights, <br>He gambled just as hard and found too many bar fights.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The worst of these took place one small town Saturday night, <br>A man's head and he slammed it into a footpath during a fight.<br>A family that waited in a degree of fear lived near by, <br>Arriving home would he bring cheer or cause them to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A young man once asked, why carry coins in your pockets, <br>His reply was, at a dance I shake them to attract the bonnets.<br>During depression times money scarce, <br>For every penny, you always fought fierce.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the old man sat as gnarled, as the trees he watched, <br>His sun darkened skin now wrinkled and blotched.<br>Soon these memories will pass, and will fade<br>As the meadow grass without water and shade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when this day comes and the old man has passed, <br>There is one thought that will last.<br>His son remembers how family shared the SON, <br>The Kid measured himself able to defeat the wicked one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=R.K.+Hart">R.K. Hart</a><div class=q>
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Thinking of his past and a lady fair.
Of past victories and frequent defeats, 
Of the winners, the losers and some cheats.

Through tinted windows watches the gums grey, 
As they pitch with the breeze..."></div>
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