<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=490910" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning, noon and nighttime</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A baby crawling <br>A man surging to sex and moaning to his ecstasies <br>He is strong <br>He conquers <br>He forgets </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where he comes from where he is going <br>Why he is here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time. Morning, noon, and nighttime <br>The seasons that it owns: spring, summer, autumn and winter <br>The rainy days, the sunny days, colder, warmer, <br>Freezing and melting, <br>Sunsets and sunrises </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sensations of time passing, how quick, how fickle <br>A click and there I am now fifty years old </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A swinging of the cradle and how many swings were there <br>That I remember <br>And now I am seventy years old </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How quick <br>How short </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time runs so fast, we always talk about the time that ran so fast <br>We haggle <br>Time is too short for what I am for where I am going and <br>For why I am here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was something thrown and it does not return <br>Like a word that once was said </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You were strong and so arrogant and so unkind </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now you are begging <br>Kneeling, <br>Bowing <br>Kissing time’s feet <br>Rises so humbly with the help of a cane <br>Trembling <br>For mercy <br>Compassion </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There must be a way to an extension for some <br>Things to be finished for a mission to be accomplished <br>For such real reason why I am here </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why <br>I <br>Am <br>Here? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Time knows no regret Time does not explain <br>Alas! <br>A beggar does not choose and time is his most cruel master. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He does not even hand in some crumbs and <br>No drops of water <br>Time is silent and so secretive and it even <br>Wouldn’t have a word to say it remains unseen. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Alas!</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=490910" data-title="Morning, noon and nighttime de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="A baby crawling A man surging to sex and moaning to his ecstasies He is strong He conquers He forgets Where he comes from where he is going Why he is here Time. Morning, noon, and nighttime The seasons that it owns: spring, summer, autum..."></div> </div> </div>

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