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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485107" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Time To Write About Time</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">how do you write time? as simple as asking what time is it? <br>and then you look at your watch and say<br>without much thinking about how time passed swiftly and how<br>it affected you leaving you another lock of white hair<br>and sense of nostagia of <br>i am left out here and i have done nothing about the passing of time</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is 8: 17 in the morning, you hear some roosters still cocking out<br>their maleness to the hens laying their eggs in the warmth of their<br>quest for more of them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">scrambled eggs and scratches on the grass for food</div><div style="margin:10px 0">now finally i have found time to write about time<br>for eyes to look into my own eyes for hands to work on my own hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">time swiftly passes by<br>and i have noticed more wrinkles on my hands, more lines on my<br>forehead, eyebags, weakened knees, blisters on my feet, sagging cheeks, falling flesh on my arms, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">my heart beats faster on the worry of <br>i have not done well enough and time passed by leaving me away<br>with this feeling of </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there they are on happy faces with children and grandchildren<br>and birthdays and deaths and graduations and anniversaries</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where are we my dear? we are in this house where there are only <br>two of us left<br>we are watching tv and this advertisement on milk for old age<br>and new born babies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">how can we relate to the time that i am writing? i sit beside you, <br>i hug you again (for the nth time of this almost 30 years of being<br>together) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">i turn off the tv, and let the silence be with us again<br>i hold your hand, and tell you the usual sweetest words <br>your name, i always say your name<br>and my name, you always call me by my name</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i hold your hand, your head on my shoulder, we sit together <br>facing the sunset on the sea on the horizon where birds are flying towards their own nests</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is 5: 15 p.m., time is not freezing. it need not stop just like the <br>way we really want it</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>
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