<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=485942" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As I Grow Older</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As i grow older<br>I realize that changes arrive<br>As they please.<br>There are no summonses<br>For the senses.<br>When they come<br>They come in a caravan, in hordes and hordes and when<br>Something is wrong<br>They go wrong<br>All the way<br>Anyway in any way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, they come in bunches<br>Like friends.<br>Sometimes, i like to reason out<br>And convince myself that the best<br>Way to survive is to hide.<br>To bury my head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, it does not help any cause.<br>I welcome the changes.<br>I shake each hand that says my name.<br>I drink with them and dance with<br>Each of them.<br>We get drunk and we do not even<br>Remember the exact hour<br>When we have fallen asleep.<br>We have no fixed hour<br>For waking up.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each is free to go.<br>Each is free to come back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is life. No one blames anybody<br>Why he is lonely. The doors are open.<br>The windows open by themselves<br>Like prostitutes, the beds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When someone closes<br>Like fingers, <br>The frown shouts like a <br>Mad woman.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I grow older<br>I let things be and I don't really <br>Mind if anyone disagrees.</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=485942" data-title="As I Grow Older de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="As i grow older I realize that changes arrive As they please. There are no summonses For the senses. When they come They come in a caravan, in hordes and hordes and when Something is wrong They go wrong All the way Anyway in any way. Oh, they com..."></div> </div> </div>

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