<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=483830" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>240</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">a reunion</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Often a man's life is such<br>that he seldom sees his friends, <br>like the night and day<br>never sharing the same hours<br>In the skies<br>Seldom does he share<br>His evenings with friends<br>Or his mornings<br>His lamp light unshared<br>His mornings unspent<br>How long will this<br>Distance last? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hairs have turned<br>White and lesser<br>As we inquire about<br>Friends and other<br>Acquaintances only<br>To find out that half of<br>Them have turned<br>To ghosts, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shocks and torments<br>Of this heart, cries<br>But I will try again<br>To enter your home<br>Twenty five years<br>And now you have<br>Two sons and three<br>Daughters to greet<br>Me by the door<br>I thought you never<br>Married and they all<br>Kiss my hands and<br>Before I can ask the<br>Questions you drive<br>Them off to the grounds<br>To play away from us<br>As we talk about<br>Lasting friendships<br>And how we have<br>Almost forgotten them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tomorrow I will be drunk<br>Again back to my own<br>Affairs in the big city<br>We will be separated<br>Again by these peaks<br>Of mountains and we<br>Shall again lose each<br>Other’s friendly views.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</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=483830" data-title="240 de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="a reunion Often a man's life is such that he seldom sees his friends, like the night and day never sharing the same hours In the skies Seldom does he share His evenings with friends Or his mornings His lamp light unshared His mornings unspent Ho..."></div> </div> </div>

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