<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=488800" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How I Have Lived And Thrived In My Parent's Nice Front Yards</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">how i have lived and thrived in my parent's front yard<br>handed to us through generations, <br>i call it luck<br>inheritance of comforts and style<br>but soon <br>i get tired and i have become one<br>meaningless arrogance<br>away from everyone, so i have decided to go somewhere<br>in the lines of my poetry<br>now in poverty of spirit<br>with so much humility <br>i offer some lines on some meter and forms of<br>repentance, <br>i'll go away, take the exit doors of this luxury<br>and try to see the backyards<br>of everything i have not seen i have not gone to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i see some tattered clothes<br>of tenancies, i feel their tremblings<br>in hunger, i hear the gnashing of their teeth, <br>i feel the shaking of their feet, <br>i think of what they have been conceiving<br>all these years<br>i have talked to them<br>in their hunger</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to compensate for their lack<br>they will teach me about their revolution<br>i will hear them<br>in this backyard<br>i will join them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">my ancestors will cry and disown me<br>i will give them rebirth<br>create them a new name</div><div style="margin:10px 0">time shall judge, who wins?</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=488800" data-title="How I Have Lived And Thrived In My Parent's Nice Front Yards de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="how i have lived and thrived in my parent's front yard handed to us through generations, i call it luck inheritance of comforts and style but soon i get tired and i have become one meaningless arrogance away from everyone, so i have decided to g..."></div> </div> </div>

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